<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493</id><updated>2011-09-30T03:15:38.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleyways</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-115008257509585678</id><published>2006-06-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:54:20.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey guys. It's 8:45....sunday night...here I sit. Listening to the fabulous Relient K. Man, as much as I hate to say it, church was....not normal church wonderful. The combination of all my worship frusteration (which I exaggerated majorly, sorry) and the boring guy on the video....was just no good. But going up on the roof was cool, all execpt the pigeon poo everywhere and corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, good luck in Panama! I'm so proud of you for doing that, really, I think it's awesome! You're going to be so different when you come back. How can an experience like that not change your life in some way right? I'm sure it'll be for the better. I can't wait to hear all the stories you'll have when you come back! Have fun, stay safe, eat salads, and I'll be praying for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were raining, I want to go dancing in the rain really bad. Whoa, random huh? Seriously, that would just about make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-115008257509585678?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/115008257509585678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=115008257509585678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/115008257509585678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/115008257509585678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114927491703770872</id><published>2006-06-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:54:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun of Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome! As you all know, yesterday was June 1st and Cody's 18th birthday. We went to Worlds of Fun along with Erica, Travis, Markie and Jen. We got there pretty much when it opened and stayed all day. Oh man, it was so much fun! I was not really too terribly excited about it because as most of you know I am horrified of heights, roller coasters especially. I knew there was no way I'd get out of riding them, without making myself feel like a wiennie anyway. We rode almost all of the rides. The detinator was like the first thing we rode and oh yeah..I screamed THE WHOLE TIME! lol. I like that one though. Poor Cody was almost deaf by the time we got off that one. lol. I'd always been freaked by the thunderhawk, but it turned out being one of my new favorite rides, I love that thing, we rode it like 3 times! The monsoon was closed, which bumbed me out b/c it's my favorite ride, but oh well. Cody, Erica, and Travis rode the ripcord, oh man that thing looks sooo scary! Travis yelled quite a bit, it was halarious! Apparently according to Cody it was awesome...uh...I'll take his word for it! I put off riding the roller coasters until the very end..literally, the Patriot and the Mamba were the last things we rode. I loved the Patriot, it wasn't bad at all! And the Mamba was actually pretty great too! I'm so glad I went on all of those! The park closed at 8:00, buggers, otherwise we would have hit the thunderhawk and Zulu for the millionth time, but it was all good, I was finally semi-dry and a little tired anyway. Yesterday was awesome, I wish you guys could have come with us and we all have to go sometime this summer okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all my lovely homies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114927491703770872?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114927491703770872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114927491703770872&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114927491703770872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114927491703770872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/06/fun-of-worlds_02.html' title='Fun of Worlds'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114892994423394698</id><published>2006-05-29T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:54:55.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey y'all! Whoa, it's been a while huh? No complaints though, it's summer and hopefully it's going great thus far for everyone, I know it is for me! I loooove sleeping in, getting up whenever I want (or whenever my brother's lamo friends wake me up!) and then just chillin' around the house...drinking my coffee and eating bread, lol! Pretty sweet. Now everyone's off so I don't have the house to myself, but it's cool. Well, not really but I don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work starts in less than a week, I'm a little excited, kind of not because I don't really even like the word "work", hints why I've never had a job before. But now I'm entering the world "the man" created...ya know, being under some one else, working 9-5 (something along those lines) and getting a pay check every few weeks. Now, the pay check thing I happen to approve of, but the rest is a little restraining for my free spirit. But I will get over it. Then, hopefully I'll get to start working at Harbor Lights mid-summer or somewhere around there, which won't be much of a job, just hanging out at my favorite spot in LV and making my favorite thing in the world! And they're going to pay me for that! Can you believe it!?!?! lol. Super cool yo. So yeah, even the work aspect of summer is looking pretty copesthetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone's leaving this summer! JC, Tim, David, Hayden...what will we do?! I have no clue. Laugh a little less I think. We'll miss y'all but you will all have such a great summer you may forget to do the same...maybe not. lol. I'm just glad it's summer. And even though it's raining right now and I'm kinda bored, sitting in my room in my pjs, listening to Relient K with Zoe curled up next to my desk cause she's terrified of storms, it's warm and school's out, so that's all that matters. Actually as soon as I finish this I'm thinking I might just go sing in the rain...well, I probably won't sing, but there's no song that talks about standing in the rain so, I inprovised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was SOOOO much fun! I love those days when I get to hang out with Cody and everyone pretty much all day. I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing. Church was cool yesterday, awesome job with Sunday school Mr. and Mrs. Roberts! Then Cody and I went to his grandparents' house. He became a lumberjack and cut down a tree while I chilled in the nice cool house with his grandma, watching a Sci-Fi movie about killer misquitos. Yup, fun stuff, and I'm not being sarcastic. Then we ate....a lot. Well, a lot for me. MMMM, I'm still craving more of that ice cream cake, holy moly that was good! Then on to the Griffith's house. I'm so glad I didn't swim in that pond...uhhh, no thank you! JC, I'm glad you showed us that awesome spot by the river, it really was cool. Ali and I decided to be...well, it could have been dumb, and hide from the guys. Why? For....fun? Something like that. It backfired! lol. We found a creapy thing in the woods then had to run like heck to get away from an approaching potential drug dealer! lol. Thanks for coming back guys....that was kinda freaky! lol. My favorite part of the evening, besides watching everyone break all the chairs, was the smores around the fire. That was suuuper cool! I LOVE SMORES! LOVE! I think I ate like 5! lol. Hitch was good...uh, what I saw of it. I gotta work on that not falling asleep thing. lol. I was so tired! I got to bed around 4:30, hmmm, deja vue of last monday morning. Luckily there was no man in a physco squirrel mask getting me out of bed at 6:30 this morning. Nope. Woke up at 10:30, got my truck just in time to roll up the window (oops!) and I've been chillin' like a villan all morning. Yesterday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Time to become human, so I'll talk to all of you lovely human beings later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114892994423394698?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114892994423394698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114892994423394698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114892994423394698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114892994423394698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/summa-time.html' title='Summa time!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114780440675359109</id><published>2006-05-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:55:24.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's right..well, almost! I'm in 4th hour...the last seminar I will ever have to endure! Today has been tizzight yo. First hour we spent the whole hour signing yearbooks. Then 2nd hour I had an unbelieveable long test that took me the entire time, but it was mostly short answers and essays so with my mad bs skills, I'm sure I aced it. Then I went to lunch and hung with Ali and got some of my favorite underclassmen to sign my yearbook. We ordered pizza 3rd hour for catering and ate it, whoa, imagine that! I finally got to try pineapple and ham pizza. Unfortunately, did you guys know when you're nose is stuffed up it severely effects your tasting abilities. Yup, it's true. So, I tried the pizza, I just couldn't really taste it. But I think it might have been delicious. Now I'm in seminar, just chilling. I have to go to the office to argue my way off the "debter's list" because the crazy people here think I owe $18! For what!?!?!?!?!? Drinking out of the water fountain?!?!?!!? Boo! I will not pay it! I refuse. $5 for my parking ticket and that's only if they're lucky! lol. Oh well, I 'll probably give in and pay it if there's no mistake, which I'm counting on, because I would prefer not to have to walk across the stage with a makeshift cap and gown :cardboard hat and my bath robe. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty good. I went to Ali's house. We chilled for a while, then went to the library in search of Hitch. Nowhere to be found. So we got The Notebook and Skeleton Key. Skeleton Key is soooo good! I started The Notebook and now I HATE TO finish it...soon. Not like I don't know what's going to happen, I've read the book, but still, I am a visual person, I need it acted out for me. Then we headed to PR for the guys' band concert. We arrived and were taken aback with all the people there and the fancy shmancy reception. We missed the solos, but luckily, because the band and choir are so unpopular (just kidding guys..but those people did high tail it out of there pretty quick) we got pretty good seats. The band was good, you guys rock. We were disappointed when Jon and Carmen didn't perform their senior song as promised, but we got over it. Then afterwards we ate disguisting cheese and drank watered down sparkling grape juice..yummm. Those guys we talked to outside were SOOO funny! Oh man! Ali, you're never going to stop laughing next year between those guys and JC! Poor poor Ali. LOL. Anywho, that was yesterday...pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sicker than a dog, luckily it peaks in the morning and I feel much better all day until bedtime. That's going to make Ali and my breakfast kind of difficult tomorrow morning, but I won't be able to stay sick once I smell the AWESOME breakfast at Santa Fe Depot. Cody, Jon, you guys should totally join us!!!! We're meeting there at 6:00 in the morning! What? You don't want to come....gee, I can't think of why not..lol. Oh well, it'll be a girl thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm out. I'm in partay mood and need to celebrate! NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL!!!! YEAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114780440675359109?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114780440675359109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114780440675359109&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114780440675359109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114780440675359109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114770971886769773</id><published>2006-05-15T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:55:41.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey y'all! I am sooo happy! I am finished with my calc test, my physics final and my lab report! SCORE!!! OH yeah! Not really sure how I did on any of them, I never worry about my calc tests because our teacher is a saint and gives lots of partial credit. Physics...I'm terrified to see what my grade is after performing the best slacker act I could conjure up all last quarter, but who cares right?!?! I'm done! Now I have teacher helper (study for french quiz and write Ali a note) then french (where I will proceed to take said quiz and read a note from Ali). All the hard stuff is over with and I couldn't be happier...well, maybe if I was out of here completely...yeah, that would make me happier. After school I have to go sign up to get my food handlers license, then go home and do graduation invitations that, thanks to Ali's wonderful dad, I got printed out and looking great yesterday! Now I have to send them to everyone and hope they get there by sunday, hopefully they'll send me money either way. I was thinking about it and I am going to have to request more than 10 graduation tickets! I've got people coming I haven't even invited (not that I wouldn't have). Let's see, my mom, my dad, my stepmom, Angie (friend of the family), Jan (lady I cat sit for), Aunt Debbi, Dayna (sister), Schawn (brother), that's 8 already, then Cody, and Ali and whoever is coming from her family, G boys? SO yeah...I need more than 10 fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;And after all that's done, I am taking a power nap, because if I don't I think it may be the equivalent to suicide. I am so sick with this dumb sinus infection! If I hadn't had finals today, you better believe I would have stayed home and slept! That's all I need, one good day to just lay around and feel better...however, I haven't had one, nor do I plan on having one anytime soon, partially my fault, partially the state of Kansas's fault for requiring me to come to school...I think I blame them mostly. I think I have a funeral visitation to attend tonight...not sure if we're going or not, but if my mom goes I probably will too. My...3rd cousin, I think he is, died, he was cool, very old, and I really didn't know him too well, but his brother is probably, no, definately my favorite relative on that side of the family, so I would like to go to see him. Anywho, if that doesn't pan out I'll probably see y'all at the food pantry thing, yes? no? maybe so? okie then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114770971886769773?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114770971886769773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114770971886769773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114770971886769773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114770971886769773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-yall-i-am-sooo-happy-i-am-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114745785846485436</id><published>2006-05-12T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:55:54.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rewrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wrote a post last hour...that's the first post I've ever deleted from my blog. Too much complaining! Geez! Yes, I've had a crappy week and I'm sick on top of that, but ya know what, life goes on am I right? I want to go running so bad I can't stand it. I have all this built up energy, frustration, stress, whatever and I can't wait to go run it all out after school! Oh man! Anywho...it's friday! yay! And although I have so much work to do this weekend just the thought makes me want to flee to Europe and change my name, it's my last weekend of high school and last weekend of school for the summer, so I can be happy about that. Plus, Jesus loves me. How do I know? The Bible tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;To Ali, Jon, and Cody, sorry I was in a cruddy mood last night. I really was super upset about that cd thing. It was so much fun the past too years I did it, and it was just unbearable last night. I know you guys didn't have fun and I'm sorry about that, really.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I feel so sick! I hate so much left over goodies in catering last hour, bad idea, really bad idea! lol. Again, I need to go running! Booty! Why do I have to be here? WHY!?!!?!? I can't take it anymore. Well, I can because I have to, but if I didn't...ooo, you better believe I wouldn't be here! GAR! lol. I'm feeling really hyper right now, which is a big change from my first 2 hours! The coffee must have time release caffeine or something! Whoa! Okie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I did my Charles Manson project for law this morning, it went pretty well. That stuff is so interesting! Seriously, I am not going to be able to stop reading the book even though I'm done with it schoolwise, it's so interesting! Who would have thought a serial killer's trial could be so entertaining!? Well, I would actually. lol. I want to go get "Helter Skelter" and watch it again, I've seen it before. It's like a real life horror movie! And there are hippies...bad hippies, but still. All the stuff I read, its so crazy. Charles Manson really thought that The Beatles were speaking to him through their lyrics on the White Album and Abbey Road, it's out of this world crazy. I found this thing listing lyrics and what Charles Manson had interpreted them to mean, it's totally bizzare! And the guy would only quote The Beatles...and THE BIBLE! Out of context I'm sure! He actually thought he was the messiah reincarnated and so did his followers. They thought they were initiating Revolation! Crazy, crazy, crazy. lol. I'm like an expert on this guy now, lol! He's actually still in jail in CA, he didn't get executed, and is up for parole next year! That's so not going to happen..I hope! WHOA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend..I know you will! lol. Wish me luck on my abundance of studying, well, not so much luck on studying, just luck that I actually do it! lol. 2 more days of school!!! I can NOT wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles should not be punished for the crazy man's thinking, and this is my FAVORITE song on the White Album, it's SOOOO good!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114745785846485436?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114745785846485436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114745785846485436&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114745785846485436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114745785846485436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/rewrite.html' title='The rewrite'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114676657911493906</id><published>2006-05-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:56:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today has been pretty uneventful but yesterday was....interesting, yes, quite. At lunch I pulled a graceful move and ended up falling flat on my butt. I was just walking into the lunch room and I completely slipped and fell into the lunch table, then on to the floor. It hurt! I think I bruised every rib I own not to mention my ego! lol. I know boohoo right? It was kind of funny, well, not from my point of view but I'm sure if I had been the ones standing and watching...it would have been funny. Anywho, then I almost got to debate in the class I'm teacher helper for. I love the end of the year debates in Fulkerson's class, I did them last year in AP and I was looking forward to getting to help out the kids in this class. Yesterday Fulkerson informed me that there were an odd number of kids and knowing how much I love the debates, he offered a position to me. Then he told me the topic and my position: teaching intelligent design in science class and I would be against it. Nope. Sorry. No can do. It's against what I believe! That was the coolest part about the debates last year, picking a topic you felt strongly about and deciding which side you wanted to take. So, I was dissapointed but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;After school Ali and I went to get our drug tests done. We finally found the little whole in the wall room and signed in and waited. They got Ali in and out relatively quickly, but for some reason I had to wait...forever!!! We waited over an hour! Then we got up to leave and the receptionist calls out quite rudely might I add saying that I'm almost up. So we wait another 10 minutes and I finally get to go back! GEEZ! I know I have a serious patience deficiency, but still, that's way too long to wait for a drug test that takes 2 minutes! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing has happened today. I wrote and read in law. Notes and my text book? NO, of course not, my journal and the book I'm reading! lol. Senior survey was unbearably boring today, the poems we read were LONG and uncomprehendable. Lunch was good. Catering I read and wrote again, only taking time from that to make a grocery list for the class needs to prepare our dessert reception next week. Now I'm in seminar, awaiting the assembly's end so I can go to the Harbor. And it is cold outside...not good in all aspects, but it does mean that I can get a HOT Irish creme latte which I haven't had forever. Ah, I can't wait! I want to go NOW!!! BOO! There I go again with the patience thing...I need to work on that. See y'all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When you're the president of the breakfast club, And you're not hesitant to fall in love, To fall in love to throw it away, To fall in love with the eighties. I am going to wear, a pink tux to the prom, Live without a care, what can possibly go wrong, I am going to wear a pink tux to the prom, Live without a care cause you threw it away. To fall in love, with the eighties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114676657911493906?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114676657911493906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114676657911493906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114676657911493906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114676657911493906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day....'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114659651700168071</id><published>2006-05-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:56:28.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan Leonard Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know I know, I'm overwhelming you guys with posts, well, maybe I'm just whelming you, but I HAVE to share these quotes I found cause they are too good to keep to myself! MAN, I wish you guys could see the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: 30% of teens love Rotang, but the other 75% just don't understand him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: So, we're working in terms of 105%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I'm not a history major, Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015093"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015094"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: My fiends call me B-dawg, B-wax, B-smooth, and Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015095"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;rendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Are you calling me a liar? Are my pants on fire? Is my nose as long as a telephone wire? I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015101"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: If I was a spaceship, I'd land on your planet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(best pick-up line ever!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015102"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015103"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384735/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paul Detjen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Please don't refer to me as "barber", I'd rather be "hairstylist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015104"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015105"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Michael is about to jump into the pool out of depression, fully dressed&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I'm gonna jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Don't, Michael! Cotton shrinks in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015108"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015109"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015110"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1405197/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Well? Well? Jamie, what happened? Well? What happened? Why don't you just talk to him? Well? Hehehehe... (&lt;em&gt;needs explaination&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015113"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;the cast is in LA&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: They can definitely spot someone from around here Cameraman: Are kids different in California?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1386413/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patrick Mohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Oh, yeah. They are a lot cooler than us. They wear huge shorts and hooded sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: They don't care about rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1470241/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Sheehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: And they live at the beach all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1405197/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: And they're 'dude bros'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1386413/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patrick Mohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: And instead of barbequing brat's on the grill, they barbeque vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015114"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1386413/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patrick Mohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Brendan, do you want a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Pizza? But I don't have any dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015115"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015116"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015117"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015118"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Use 'chill' as an adjective, noun, pronoun, and adverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1386413/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patrick Mohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You wanna go chill at the chill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015119"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: If I can make one Eskimo dance, it's worth it. (&lt;em&gt;needs explaination&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015121"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015122"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015123"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015124"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015125"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015127"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015129"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: This is Michael Carney with the world's fastest gossip report. Brendan Leonard is stupid, Kevin Sheehan is not a true redhead, and Robbie Karver is actually portrayed by an actor named Luis. Mucho Amore, Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015131"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015132"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1405197/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I didn't like anybody's wigs, to be frank. But I'll be Kevin, so I'll give it a 6. (&lt;em&gt;talking about their wig judging contest&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015135"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1385981/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brendan Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: It's the teen heartthrob, Kevin Carlson. He's the "hott" one. With &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; t's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1384362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Carney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: [&lt;em&gt;writing a letter at Camp Jinx!]&lt;/em&gt; Dear Mom, you said there wasn't going to be any water sports at camp. Well guess what? Brendan said we're going WATER skiing this afternoon. You lied to me, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1386413/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patrick Mohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Togetherness, exactly. You can't make pizza without cheese. Well, you could, but it would just be bad pizza, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015139"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="qt0015142"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1405197/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: My greatest fear, is that the African dining squirrel might have already dined. That would be terrible. (&lt;em&gt;needs explaination, and SOOO funny!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1405197/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Why log such a thing? (needs explaination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I Took for Granted (from the Prates Eppy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOGAN&lt;/span&gt;: Cotton candy, girls named Sandy, pizza all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Rocket ships, potato chips, playing some ping-pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRENDAN&lt;/span&gt;: My own show, cookie dough, popsicles with the flavor orange.&lt;br /&gt;Bein' the boss, dental floss, shucks, 'cuz nothing rhymes with orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROBBIE&lt;/span&gt;: Monster truckies, rubber duckies, serve yourself boofays.&lt;br /&gt;My own bed, Right Said Fred, BLT, no may-o-naise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEVIN C&lt;/span&gt;.: When I was four, I broke a door, now I'm on a seashore.&lt;br /&gt;I see green grass, Oh, wait, it's sand, now I'm playing the guee-tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RYAN&lt;/span&gt;: Megaphones, ice cream cones, mummay's homemade stew.&lt;br /&gt;West Coast rap, dancing tap, good ole Winnie the Pooh. (Bogan joins in) And Tigger, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K SHEE&lt;/span&gt;: Playing cards, lee-yuh-tards, lem-o-nade iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;Soda pops, belleh flops, chicken fricassee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you guys read those, you rock!I know it's a lot! I will explain any of those you don't get, just ask me. Oh this is a trip down memory lane, this was my FAVORITE show the summer after sophomore year. It really was AWESOME!!! Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114659651700168071?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114659651700168071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114659651700168071&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114659651700168071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114659651700168071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/brendan-leonard-quotes.html' title='Brendan Leonard Quotes'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114659425734720086</id><published>2006-05-02T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:56:40.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I talked to my daddy yesterday. I called him when I got home, well, a little later b/c Cody called, but when I called him no one answered, so I was relieved...in vein. He called me back and I just dove in. I told him I'd made a decision concerning college and I told him what it was and my reasons...he was silent through all of it. At one point I almost asked him if he was still there. I asked him what he thought and he had no objections. He understands my logic and agrees that my pushing myself so hard through high school deserves a little break. I think he was afraid I was going to say I was taking a year off, he said he kept half expecting me to come up to him and say that, and don't get me wrong, that sounds like a terrific idea, but I know I would never go back so I've never even thought of doing that. Anywho, the only thing he had to say was that he's worried that I won't go through all four years of college because my sister went to a junior college and met her husband and left. Well, I assured him that WILL NOT happen to me, even if I got married I would stay in school and that I have every intention of going to KU the next year and graduating from there in 4 years. So, all that went muuuch better than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, how's everyone's tuesday going? Mine is...uneventful, to be Frank. But I'd rather be Aley, if you don't mind. We had a sub in law, so I wrote in my brand new journal!!! Recaping the month gap is taking a while! Then senior survey was beyond boring. Lunch was good, except the waiting in line for 5 hours for milk! INCONCIEVABLE! lol. Catering...this was interesting. We made these cupcake things, but without traditional cupcake making ingredients. We used cake mix and pumpkin! yeah, like what you make pie with. And nothing else. Well, Megan and I added cocoa and chocolate chips which made them 10,000 times better, but they were actually REALLY good and they're supposed to be way better for you since there's no oil or eggs. So yeah, I found that interesting. Now I'm in seminar, putting off my research paper. I need to just get it over with, but I don't wanna! I don't wanna! Whoa....5 year old relaps there, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other&lt;/span&gt;." ~ Rene Yasenek (&lt;- That was in a book I'm reading, I found it pretty amusing!) "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I notice, I know this/ Week is a symbol of how I use my time/ Resent it, I spent it/ Convincing myself the world's doing just fine/ Without me/ Doing anything of any consequence/ Without me/ Showing any sign of ever making sense/ Of my time , it's my life/ And my right, to use it like I should/ Like he would, for the good/ Of everything that I would ever know/ I'm a little more than useless/ When I think that I can't do this/ You promise me that I'll get through this/ And do something right/ Do something right for once&lt;/span&gt;" Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114659425734720086?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114659425734720086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114659425734720086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114659425734720086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114659425734720086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/weight-of-world-has-been-lifted-off-my.html' title='The weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114653700322168712</id><published>2006-05-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:57:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh man you guys! Watch my video, it's from the BEST SHOW EVER!!! The Brendan Leonard Show!!! Brendan loves chase scenes, there's a million of them and they all involve his "jinx" hat! lol! It's sooooo funny, kind of long but worth it! And Kevin Carleson and Ryan Turner are in it! Two of the other best guys on the show! I'm so excited I found all those videos; I'm thinking a new one every week, just for y'all's enjoyment! lol. And hey, if anyone knows why the thing is blocking the top part of my blog or how to correct it, tell me please. lol, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114653700322168712?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114653700322168712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114653700322168712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114653700322168712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114653700322168712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-video.html' title='New Video!!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114644432939285441</id><published>2006-04-30T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:35:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;"Tonight, I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;I haven't done this in a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;So I don't know what to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;But, Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;I know there are more important things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;But don't forget to remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Don't forget to remember me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;~ Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114644432939285441?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114644432939285441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114644432939285441&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114644432939285441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114644432939285441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonight-i-find-myself-kneeling-by-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114625407878735391</id><published>2006-04-28T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:36:11.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday sure flies by when you're at...Zona Rosa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's right, I just got back from Zona Rosa! Catering class field trip! Pretty sweet right? I wasn't sure I was going to go because, I'm not gonna lie, I don't really have any friends in that class so I figured it would be super boring being down there all alone, considering we would have time to shop and all. And shopping for clothes, broke, by myself didn't seem all that appealing. Then I remembered, HELLO, there's a Barne and Noble! And that could definately keep me entertained for several hours. So, we had to finish our mock trial this morning, we won by the way, and then we headed to Zona Rosa. We hung at Barnes and Noble, we being my friend James and I from like 9:00 until 10:55. We were supposed to be at the restaraunt by 10:45, ooops! I pretty much read the whole time and listened to music, had some DISGUISTING Starbucks coffee, love coffee, hate starbucks! Anywho, we went to Bravo for lunch, which was the whole logic behind having the trip in the first place. We got a tour of the kitchen and some explainations about how stuff works, running the restaraunt and working there. Yeah, I like that place even more now! lol! Lunch was amazing, as I had predicted! MMM, I had some kind of pasta with chicken and veggies with this sauce, mmmmm, it was SOO good, I ate until I almost exploded and I still needed a doggie bag! And of course their out of this world bread with oil dip, I am addicted to that stuff! Then I had some tiramisu, oh goodness I love that stuff with a serious passion! So lunch pretty much rocked! Then we had more time to shop, I looked around a few stores, then just found a place to sit and read. *points to self* major bookworm today. Then we loaded up on the bus and I read the whole way home. All in all, very good day, especially a school day! lol! I'm still soooo full, oh man! How was everyone else's friday? lol *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALI!!!! I'm so sorry I left you all alone at lunch!!! Did Justin tell you I wouldn't be there? He better have! lol. I'll see you soon, play tonight! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114625407878735391?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114625407878735391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114625407878735391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114625407878735391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114625407878735391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-sure-flies-by-when-youre-atzona.html' title='Friday sure flies by when you&apos;re at...Zona Rosa!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114618986444388590</id><published>2006-04-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:36:28.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: Prayer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am having some major difficulty with my future plans, mainly college. Here's the situation: I had pretty much settled on KU, everyone was happy with this dicision. Well, I didn't want to live in the dorms my first year so that led to two options. Option #1) Live at home and drive to Lawrence EVERY DAY! Lots of driving time and LOTS of gas. Or option #2) Live with my Dad in Oskaloosa, drive 20 minutes to Lawrence every day and drive home probably 2 or 3 times a week, still, lots of driving time, and lots of gas plus missing my friends, my boyfriend, and my beloved dog, Zoe (yeah, I'd miss her like crazy!). Neither of these options were to appealing to me, but I figured I'd decide on one of them sooner or later. Then I got a thing from KCKCC, like I've gotten 1000 times before, but I just dismissed it, because my mind has ALWAYS been set on not going to a community college. I used to be little miss perfection when it came to school and my education, and I would have NEVER thought of going to KCKCC before. This year my prospects and priorities have changed dramatically, and although my education is still super important to me, it has slipped to a slightly lower number on my list. I still don't know what I want to do when I get out of college...maybe train animals, maybe work at a zoo or national park, maybe I'll pick up the chief idea again, I really don't know. None of these requires the rigorous college experience becoming a vet (like I had always planned to do) would have. This does open up KCKCC as an option for my first year of college and evey logical part of my brain is screaming, "DO IT!" I could live at home, still be around everyone I want to be, still be a part of Vineyard (which I would go crazy if I weren't) plus I'm sure I would have to pay NOTHING to go there, heck, they'd pay me to go there, so I could either work and save for college the next year with a little room to play, or not work at all. I know one year of community college is not a big deal, but there's one thing that is nagging at me: my dad....My daddy has always bragged on me for getting such good grades and my high ambitions for my life and I'm afraid of what he'll think if I go to a community college. I'm afraid he'll think I'm just scared to leave home or I'm immature for not putting what needs to happen before what I want to happen. Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion, maybe he'd have nothing negative to say, but I'm terrified of disappointing my dad. I know, this is my decision, my life, but still...I am up to my ears in paralizing frustration. So I would greatly appreciate some prayer on all this. Thanks a lot guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114618986444388590?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114618986444388590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114618986444388590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114618986444388590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114618986444388590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanted-prayer.html' title='WANTED: Prayer!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114607480109495835</id><published>2006-04-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:36:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, l'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing at All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(aka: one of my FAVORITE love songs EVER and the last song they played at prom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without saying a word you can light up the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I hear when you don’t say a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lets me know that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sayin’ you’ll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The touch of your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;says you’ll catch me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if ever I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say it best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you say nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Old mr. webster could never define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What’s being said between your heart and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114607480109495835?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114607480109495835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114607480109495835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114607480109495835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114607480109495835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-lamour.html' title='Ah, l&apos;amour'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114590586424986044</id><published>2006-04-24T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:36:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That four letter word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P-R-O-M! Yup, that was saturday and oodles of fun! I won't go into great detail about everything, the getting ready process would crash your computer, so I'll just touch on the important stuff. To our great surprise we were ready on time: dresses on, make-up done, hair up. Ali and I were a tad nervous (right Ali, a tad? lol). The guys looked awesome, and in my bias opinion, especially my date! lol! Tons of pictures were taken, which I hate because I hate pictures, so there ya go, IV league logic huh!? But I got to see some of them last night and there were quite a few good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to Barry Road to eat at Olive Garden. There was a 35 minutes wait, which wasn't too bad. During this time we took pictures with this SWEET brand new black corvette that was parked right next to us. When the owner came out we told him we liked his car and he offered to let us take pictures...IN IT! So, we have pictures of, yours truely and Ali, Cody and Jon in said corvette! That was sooo awesome! Dinner was good, I was stuffed by the time we left but it was so good. I tried to remember my "fancy restaraunt ettiquet" but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the dance an hour late, but c'mon, who gets there on time? no one cool, right? lol. The room was beautiful, small, but beautiful. The first song we danced to (or attempted to, that was crazy) was the cha-cha slide, I love that song! As far as the music went, I was surprised by the variety! They had rap, of course, country, even 80's rock and ACDC! whoa! We danced to quite a few songs, just chilled out on the balcony for some of them, watched THE ENTIRE floor clear when they played BYOB at Cody's request! That was SOO funny! Ali and I requested a song that they happened to play as soon as the guys left to get their senior pictures! GAR! lol. They did play a few of my favorite songs, which I was happy about, and Shakira (yeah Ali, they actually played Shakira!) lol! However, the last dance was the best! They played one of my absolute favorite songs of all time. Yeah, that made me SO happy! lol! Cody might not have been thrilled, but he was a good sport about all those songs. So, all in all, the dance went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Ali's to change, then to Cody's grandparents' for the guys to change and headed up to PR for the after party. After our initial disappointment at the lack of a velcro wall, we went through the inflated obstacle course, then watched the guys be thrown from the mechanical bull, and yanked backwards by a rope. Interesting....quite. Prizes were given away then we headed home, thouroughly exhausted. And that was prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to David's soccer game with the Roberts and the G boys. They won and David was GREAT! We then went to the G boys' house. We trecked down by the creek, which was tons of fun, until I rediscovered how much I hate ticks! EHHH! man! I was freakin' out! Snakes don't bother me at all, spiders, as long as they keep to themselves, but ticks are so gross! Anywho, we headed back after about 40 minutes and lots of adventurous fun. Then we went to the pond and waded in. I sunk down to my knees in some of the mud, it was crazy, but awesome. I love mud!lol. So yesterday was really a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in first hour, which still didn't catch me up on sleep, but I feel better. Still tired, but my eye lids have stopped planning to murder my brain for not letting them close more this weekend. Anywho, despite the weather, I'm in an absolutely sunny mood, and I will talk to all you lovely people later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114590586424986044?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114590586424986044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114590586424986044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114590586424986044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114590586424986044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-four-letter-word.html' title='That four letter word...'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114567130897018689</id><published>2006-04-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:37:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Hey everybody. How goes it? Good? Hope so. So..it's almost 9:00, I'm actually getting ready to go to bed. Early huh? I know! I committed to actually getting some sleep tonight since I've had way too many people comment on how tired I've looked this week. Prom's tomorrow. I'm excited, a little nervous, but no biggy, everything's coming together pretty well. I really don't have much to say I'm just super bored. Ali and I picked up the boutineers after school, then went to her house, then to the Harbor, then to Walmart and Bath and Body Works, then to my house to watch "10 things I hate about you" and the infamous reaction that is an absolute must (Ali, you're the only one who knows what I'm talking about!) lol. Anyway, Jack Johnson is keeping me company, I'm thinking of hanging out with Brad Paisley a little later. It'll depend whether or not he's free. LOL. I'm dilusional, sleep deprivation! lol. Anywho, how 'bout some more inspirational Jack lyrics, which I doubt anyone reads but they really should, cause they're pretty sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you remember when we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sure do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In early September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were lazy about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You made me wait around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so crazy about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was late for class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I locked my bike to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It wasn't hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You painted flowers on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess that I was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That if you rode away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might not roll back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My direction real soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I was crazy about you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now the craziest thing of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over 10 years have gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And your still mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're locked in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we first moved in together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The piano took up the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd play me boogie woogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I played you love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd say we're playing house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you still say we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We build our get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up in a tree we found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We felt so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though we were still in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That old tree burn down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took a picture that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like to look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well all these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone don't seem so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over 10 years have gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We cant rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're locked in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But your still mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114567130897018689?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114567130897018689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114567130897018689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114567130897018689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114567130897018689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='blah!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114554596052256091</id><published>2006-04-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:37:25.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bonjour y'all! It's second hour and I'm on the computer, this is supa sweet! We have a sub. so since we had practically NOTHING to do, I'm just chillaxin'. &lt;--(chilling and relaxing) HAHAHA, I heard that from a show the other day, it stuck apparently. So youth group was pretty good last night. I'm glad our long lost youth pastor was there, he's become somewhat of an unseen legend as you all know. I am however quite bummed about the youth group arrangements for the summer. Granted, I know we'll still all see each other, those of us still here this summer, but still. And no worship?! All summer??!! That's breaking my heart. Oh well, I'll suck it up and get over it eventually. I think we should have a "hang out/ game night" once a month on wednesdays this summer, that way if we do that and meet over at New Hope, there'd only be two wed. a month we didn't have anything. We'll see what happens I suppose. And this financial thing..I'm kind of curious about. I am amazing with a budget, I mean seriously, my mom taught me so well that the student has indeed in this case surpassed the teacher (except with all the prom prep stuff). So maybe I'll learn something new, maybe I won't, I guess I'll have to go to find out huh. I'm in a totally neutral mood right now, which I hate. I would rather be in a really good mood, but I'm not today for some reason. And my loathing of neutral moods is actually putting me in a bad one. But my not good moods never last past 2:15 so I'm not concerned. And lunch with Ali will brighten my day as always. Later everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114554596052256091?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114554596052256091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114554596052256091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114554596052256091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114554596052256091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114538556639482960</id><published>2006-04-18T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:37:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Aley and Her Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;Sunday, Aley decided to walk the trails at Weston Bend Park with her faithful companion, Zoe. After finding a parking spot, the last one, and receiving some evil glances from fellow parking spot hunters, Aley and Zoe headed through the trails. Immediately upon entering the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;woods&lt;/span&gt;, Aley noticed that the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; were swaying more than usual and creeking as if they would tumble over with the slightest &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;invisable&lt;/span&gt; force. Zoe ran ahead, only returning to her owner's side when commanded to. So, the pace was fairly brisk for the human, Aley, trying to keep up with her energy-infected labrador. The scenary was beautiful, eveything was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and smelled wonderful thanks to the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt; the night before. The storm would also account for all the fallen trees along the path. The trails were somewhat crouded, with families deciding to spend their Easter outdoors and together, and with aged &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt; seeking a romantic afternoon. When the path ran into the pavement, Aley decided to take the path she had not taken her previous visit, hoping this time, she could finish without walking 6 miles. This path however, proved to be the wrong one as well, and terribly hilly. Even Zoe was growing weary after a few miles, so they backtracked, assuming it would be shorter than following this mystery path. Spotting a not horribly steep cliff, Aley thought perhaps she could see where the trail was leading if she climbed to the top and had a gander. This was not to be. Along with Zoe, Aley climbed to the top, slipping on &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;leaf&lt;/span&gt;-covered &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rocks.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing could be seen from the top. Faithful companion Zoe stayed by Aley's side all the way down, allowing her to steady herself after a potention fall and both made it down safely. Finally, they came to the trail they have come from, or so they thought. Nothing looked familiar, even though Aley knew she had come from this way. She began to wonder if these were indeed the woods from The Brother's Grim! However, eventually the trail led back to the one they had originally taken and all was well, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, like my story? It's a TRUE story! I know, crazy huh!? I'm in a good mood. I'm so excited about SOOO many things!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: An all NEW Gilmore Girls! YES! SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Youth Group! 'Nough said!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: The usual....veggin' at HL with Ali!&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dunno yet, but school will be over for the weekend, so what do I care?&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: PROM! Yeah, I'm a little excited about this one..only a little. LOL! Yeah RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have much to be excited about! No more high school, no more LHS, all summer with my best best friend in the world, my out of this world awesome boyfriend, and the rest of my super crazy cool friends! PLUS, CA!!!! I can't wait! Oh goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a mock trial today. Not bad, I think we did fine. We'll finish it up on thursday. I actually had to get up and look NICE for school!!!! Whaaatt?!?!!?Nice for &lt;em&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/em&gt;, what on earth do I need to look nice for school for? Beats me, but it's the rule with mock trials, so to save my grade, I gave into the man, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, the Jack Johnson lyric du jour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We got everything we need right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everything we need is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just so easy&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world fits inside of your arms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt; Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114538556639482960?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114538556639482960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114538556639482960&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114538556639482960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114538556639482960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/adventures-of-aley-and-her-dog.html' title='The Adventures of Aley and Her Dog!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114495541242989188</id><published>2006-04-13T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:37:51.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackjack tables and bungee basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa, computers suck and if I have to attend one more lame, manditory assembly I'm going to melt into a pool of bored remains. Anywho...today has been, kinda bad, but I'm still in a super mood. Amazing huh? I know, I should be studied. I stayed up late last night studying for my law test, I had 4 pages of notes (front AND back, lol) and I still only managed a C+! What's with that??!!?!?! No I'm sorry, that's unacceptable. But, to counter my dispicabley average grade, our teacher announced that the end of the year project (which I've done nothing but selecting my topic, by the way) is no longer required, but extra credit! EXTRA CREDIT!!!! That's 200 points of extra credit possible! SCORE!!! So, that brought a smile to my face. Then senior survey was lame, I'm sorry people, but if you're a senior and you need help with your thesis statement...no, that does not fly. GOSH! lol. Catering I did...nothing? Yeah, that's right, nothing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my last weekend recap before I have to recap this weekend! Ok, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;I left off with the lawn mower I fear I possess an unusual amount of affection towards. Anywho, after mowing, I did nothing. Then Cody and I headed up to my daddy's house. The ride up there was....muscially frusterating *rolls eyes at self and Cody* LOL! My stepmom was cool as a cucumber, as I had predicted. My dad was...uh...a little cold at the get go, luckily he warmed up a little after Cody wowed him with his mad "skeet shooting" skills. Skeet shooting...interesting sport, but nonviolent so I'm all for it. However, it's going to take a lot of persuasion to get me to hold a shot gun half as long as I am tall. NO THANK YOU! lol. We watched the essential Pro Bull Riding before dinner, which amazingly I enjoy, or I'm numb to it because I have to watch it EVERY time I'm there, lol! Dinner was fabulous, steak, homemade fries and Sue's special rolls, mmmm, typical dinner at dad's. Followed by heaven with ice cream, apricot chewy! Then we pulled out the Phase 10. Now, usually, I kick major butt at this game, for real, I won hands down the first time I played. BUT, that was not to be on this particular evening. I stayed on phase 1 for, how many was it Cody, I'm SURE you remember! lol! So to make a long story short (woops, too late) Cody beat us all pretty bad, but I was TOTALLY catching up! Oh well, I'm not bitter....really...ok, maybe a little....or a lot, ok fine I'm a flippin' cranberry! lol! So, all in all, saturday was good a mon avis!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was lamo, fo sho. Church was fine. Then I went to KC avec my mom and Angie. We went to the Great Plains Mall and I got to look at NOTHING! lol! Then I got dragged to Sam's club...not fun. BUT there were really yummy samples and listening to Fallout Boy all the way there and back saved my sanity! Thank you! lol. Then I got another Jack Johnson cd along with one by someone you guys have never heard of (country, ewwww, I know I know). I spent the rest of the evening listening to Jack and contemplating the ways of the world, while sitting outside for 2 hours..all alone..in the dark. Yeah, Jack has odd effects on me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And there you have my weekly weekend recap that I know you're all absolutely addicted to! lol! It's thursday/friday and I'm super excited for tonight:Harbor Lights, Movie Night, Sleepover with Ali and Hannah! YAY! PARTAY!!! See y'all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114495541242989188?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114495541242989188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114495541242989188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114495541242989188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114495541242989188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/blackjack-tables-and-bungee-basketball.html' title='Blackjack tables and bungee basketball'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114477872112694063</id><published>2006-04-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:38:03.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you banana pancakes, pretend like it's the weekend now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mmmmm, mmm, I love banana pancakes. So what's the haps with everyone? Good, everyone good? I'm great, fabulous, way beyond good! lol! and hyper...just a tad. This past weekend was pretty good. I won't brag on the movie, b/c you've all seen it now and the quotes will be flowing for years. So friday was good except for the depressing weather which accounted for my moments of silence.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was neat, yes, I ment to put "neat." I layed around all morning, watching tv. My daddy came over and brought us a lawn mower. I learned how to work it then spend the rest of the morning on it. Man, it was so much fun! I love it! I can't wait for the yard to grow again so I can mow it again! lol! It's like a really slow quad! ok, yeah, I know I'm wierd! BOOOOO! Pride assembly, more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114477872112694063?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114477872112694063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114477872112694063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114477872112694063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114477872112694063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-you-banana-pancakes-pretend-like.html' title='Make you banana pancakes, pretend like it&apos;s the weekend now...'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114443398541601629</id><published>2006-04-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:42:33.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know Jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are some of my favorite lyrics from my new Jack Johnson cd, yeah, it's pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Without you I was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But if I had a minute for every hour that I've wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd be rich in time, I'd be doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you've got two drumsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give one to your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make one beautiful rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share a beat that never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you're feeling lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share time with your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share some milk and cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And sing the sharing song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So when you're so lonely lying in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everyone's sleeping all through the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sing this lullaby to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe it's up with the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe it's under the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe it's not very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe this is how it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114443398541601629?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114443398541601629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114443398541601629&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114443398541601629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114443398541601629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-dont-know-jack.html' title='You don&apos;t know Jack!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114426183773365599</id><published>2006-04-05T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:42:47.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at light speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, this is going to have to be really really fast! I have TONS of calc and crud not quite as..uh...cruddy as calc to do. BUT that doesn't mean I don't love each and every one of you....some more than others...lol! Ok, enough small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was flippin' awesome! I woke up at 10:30, very well-rested. I watched tv ( I won't say what to avoid mockery) and ate breakfast and had some wonderful coffee. Ali called and I through on some cloth someone sewed together and decided to call clothing. Clever huh? Ali and I did homework for an hour or so then decided our sweating brows were evidence enough to deserve a break. We kidnapped Hayden and went to the Metro Cafe. YUM, that's all I have to say about that. Their fries are OUT OF THIS WORLD good! MMMMMM! Anywho, then Ali came over and we watched a movie. Still proud of you Ali! lol. Then I went to Cody's and met *dun dun dun* the stepdad! He doesn't seem all that horrible, at least that's my take from the 2 minute encounter I had with him...not a terribly friendly guy. Then I receieved a first-class tour of the farm, which I enjoyed immensly (did I spell that wrong?, probably, no time for spell checks)! I got kissed by Chester the goat and got an evil glare from a goose I mistakenly addressed as a duck. My bad! Tally took care of him for me though...or it might have been the other way around. We watched "White Noise", decent movie, hard to follow, not scary. Then, something scary DID occur. Those crazy birds were up in the trees! It was like seeing a bunch of chickens in trees! Ok, maybe it's because I haven't been on "real" farms that often, but I have never seen anything like that. Those birds (or poultry, lol) are freaky, crazy, insane, take your pick. Yeah, I don't like those guinnie things at all. Wierd. But other than the birds, the other animals are awesome to say the least and Tally could entertain me for hours! I love that dog! Anywho, monday was pretty awesome, cool, fantabulous, take your pick. (that's right, it's reader's choice today on "Aley's Blog" ....*applause*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, nothing happened tuesday. I went to the c.c. and was mistaken for some chics daughter then proceeded to listen while said lady told me over and over how much I looked like her daughter. She showed me a picture...uh...slight resemblence at best...I didn't really see it, but apparently it's uncanny! Then Cody and I worked out. But the weight room was freakishly quite and annoying loud at the same time, so we scurried out of there and walked 10 miles! Ok, fine minus 8. Then I went home and ate pasta! YUMMMM! And watched Gilmore Girls. Just chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, nothing but BAD pda, and by bad, I mean, same gender and it's weirding me out severely! STOP ALREADY!!!! GEEEZ! What people do in their own personal...enclosures is between them and God, but why do they have to display it for all to see!?!?! MAN, I can't WAIT to be out of LHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all tonight, can't wait! Only 3 1/2 hours! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114426183773365599?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114426183773365599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114426183773365599&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114426183773365599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114426183773365599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-at-light-speed.html' title='Blogging at light speed'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114366114210744687</id><published>2006-03-29T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:43:05.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of SB in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I continue with my story, I must first express my deep sadness at the news of the 7 Project being canceled. I know there's nothing we can do about it, but still, it's pretty upsetting. I'm sure part of the decision had to do with timing, what with all the USALL stuff and Fred Phelps, the timing was bad. I still don't find that a suitable reason for canceling a harmless assembly and a chance to bring the word of Jesus into the lives of kids that really need to hear it. But, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday cont&lt;/strong&gt;.- Cody taught me how to play racket ball, which to my surprise is quite a bit different from tennis. Uh yeah, I'm not a natural racket ball player let's just say. Ryan and my skill levels are about the same, so we played and let Cody and Luke have their "big boy games." lol. It was fun. And that was about the end of tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;- Got up and watched Notting Hill, good movie. Then...did nothing. Went to worship practice. That went well. Youth Group was good. Then hung out for a while with Cody and JC while all the insane guys got hyped up about the oncoming (new word?) Halo Party! Woot, woot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;- Got up and watched Runaway Bride (Yes, I do have a Julia Roberts obsession) and talked to Cody. Then went to the Harbor to meet Cody, JC and Tim, who were LATE! lol. Yeah, I was mad, I hate chilling at Harbor Lights for extended amounts of time (catch the sarcasm there? Good!) We all just hung out on the infamous H.L. couch. Looked at Pastor Dave's new bike (totally sweet, I want it!). Then....went home and baked cookies and watched CSI all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;- This was my favorite day. Watched 10 Things I Hate About You. Hung out at the house for a little while. Then went with my mom to visit Angie. Came home. Called Cody. He came over and we hung out, half way listened to Brian Regan (love those moosen!) . Then went to talk to Erica at work. Decided we didn't want to go to Legends to see Stay Alive that night. (Like how I've eliminated the need for complete sentences? Cody, don't ever let your grandparents read this post! LOL!) Went back to Long John's to wait for Erica to get off work, which was.....forever! Luckily, Cody has a phd. in entertainment, so I wasn't the least little bit bored. Then we went to their grandparent's house to watch a movie. Went to Blockbuster (sorry Jon, it really is better) and ran into Kim, Eric and Sean. Got "House of Wax" oooooo. Pretty good movie, I give it 1.76589 thumbs up! lol. And to top it all off, I didn't even get in trouble for giving my mom the 411 over the answering machine! yay! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;- Watched CMT all morning. Went shopping with my mom to restock the unbelievable sparce cabinents. Ate the healthiest lunch I've had in months. Then went to play tennis with Cody, who turned out to be a natural. I love tennis, yup, love, I'd marry it if I could, honest! lol. Then I went to my dad's house, where I haven't been in months! Answered 10,000 questions of every kind, then just chatted with my stepmom. We went into town and got pizzas and ice cream that we consumed while watching their latest addiction, PBR (Pro Bull Riding) which is actually quite interesting! lol. Driving home I almost hit a deer then a oppossum, but managed to dodge both due to my cat-like reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;- You were all there. Kids church, whole in the wall, chillin' at the C.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week has been, decent. Monday was good, mmm, stromboli! lol. And seeing as how Zoe didn't attack Cody with anything but overwhelming affection, I'd say he's safer than the rest were (lol....inside joke? I think) . Tuesday was uneventful. And so far today has been the longest, most boring day ever! I'm so serious! First hour lasted 20 years, 2nd hour was crazy long. Lunch was the only thing that went by fast and I could have done with more time in there! But, I am in seminar on the comp. which I didn't think I'd be able to do. Thank goodness for substitutes! lol. Tonight's youth group! YIPPEE! Oh, I can't contain the excitement, ok, fine, I'll try. See y'all tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114366114210744687?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114366114210744687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114366114210744687&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114366114210744687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114366114210744687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/rest-of-sb-in-nutshell.html' title='The Rest of SB in a nutshell'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114355226636747125</id><published>2006-03-28T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:43:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The update is coming...soon, sometime, maybe we'll see. My usual blogging class has decided to ban computers so I'm s.o.l. at the moment. But with my infinate resources, I will find time to update, a real update I promise. I'll start now, it'll be like a tv series...or something..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spring Break: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cold, but great just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;- NOTHING! Yeah, that's right, I did nothing! lol. I watched movies and Gilmore Girls alllllll day long, so I guess that's something, but nothing worth talking about, so moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;- Did my FAFSA, boo, it was stupid but not as bad as I thought which had led me to putting it off forever! Then I ventured out to Cody's house for the first time. After getting myself all turned around because of one stupid little mistake like a street direction and searching the craziest, curviest, steepest hill I've ever come in contact with, I corrected my mistake and found my way. I met Cody's mom, who in my book is pretty cool, saw his dungeon, basement bedroom (nice setting for a horror flick lol) and attempted to kidnap his "cuter than anything should be allowed to be" puppy. Yup. Then we went to the Corner Pharmacy and had an evil lunch (the total was $6.66...wierd). Then onto the C.C. for racket ball...where we ran into the G boys and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go, to be continued I guess, don't get too excited, it may be a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114355226636747125?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114355226636747125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114355226636747125&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114355226636747125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114355226636747125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114227722550421373</id><published>2006-03-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:43:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...the saga continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, left off with lunch. Lunch was great, although afterwards we felt like were were going to explode! Then we went to Zona Rosa and shopped around for a while. Ali got some really cute stuff and I snagged a skit at Forever 21 for $9! Whoa there doggie! lol. An hour after we got home, we were on our way back to Zona Rosa, thanks boy, lol, no complaints! I love just walking around Zona Rosa, and the weather was great, as well as the company! lol. My favorite part was at Shaper Image though. Oh man you guys were&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; halarious&lt;/span&gt; with those massage chairs! LOL! You looked like epileptic children have a very enjoyable fit! lol! Anyhoo....then back to Ali's for a movie. We didn't get much say in what we watched but I liked the movie, what I saw of it anyway. I'm tellin' ya, Sammy just puts me to sleep! I love that dog! And Ali's pillows are too comfortable for words! I was pretty much falling asleep all the way to 7-11. Then....a few assorted details, 1, 2, skip a few, 99, 100. I ran out of gas about a mile and a half from my house and had to walk, well, actually I ran cause it was scary, to my house and wake up my mom and we had to put gas in my truck, while being yelled at by rude high school boys. THEN, I still had to go take care of my friend's dogs. I got to bed around 2:00 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Church was good, I was super late, even for me, but at least I didn't miss much of worship. Lots of new people to meet. Well, not really, because I already knew Ashton and her family, but then there was that new guy. So, hopefully we can fullfill the whole "double your youth group" challenge from ATF. Then blah, blah, blah, I had law stuff, blahblahblah. So, that was sunday, pretty uneventful compared to the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today...I did my mock trial. Then I made stuff in catering. OH, Ali, you'd be proud! We had donuts in catering and I didn't have one! Yay me! I deserve chocolate cake for that! lol, that would defeat the purpose huh!? Oh well, I'm proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week should go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Today-blah&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow-blah x 2&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- I'm thinking I don't even need to come at all, since I'd be leaving at 10 anyway and we finished our mock trial!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- come for calc and physics then go to the talent show again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114227722550421373?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114227722550421373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114227722550421373&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114227722550421373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114227722550421373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/saga-continues.html' title='...the saga continues'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114227012418073198</id><published>2006-03-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:43:51.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Printer is located by check out desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I sit, in the library, during lunch, due to the absense of my faithful companion and best bud. No no, don't cry for me, I'll be ok, honestly. lol. Anyhoo, the days going by fast, which is super great! My mock trial went surprisingly well, especially considering that were weren't prepared to put any of our witnesses up today and we ended up finishing the whole thing! AND, we won! Score! So yeah, a little stressfull when the other side finished their witnesses and we still had an hour left, but, we did fine, our witnesses were great and I TORE APART the other side, well, a little, nibbled at them really. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend rocked...maybe even more than the one before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Hung with Ali and Cody, then Cody, then Cody and the G boys, then finally Ali, Cody and the G boys. lol. Then Ali and I ate at Homer's, hung with Sean and JC while they skated, after finding them that is! Man, Ali...we need some work on our locating and sneaking around skills! LOL! And although we pleaded until we were blue in the face (just an expression, not literal, ewww) they still will not comply to wear helmets, Sean just will not permis it! LOL! AH, sooo funny! After all this we went to Ali's house and had cookies and milk while watching ghost story stuff and looking up the haunted places on post. Then we watched What Lies Beneath, well Ali watched, as soon as Sam came and layed next to me, I was out. LOL. Then I woke up to watch Footloose! LOOOVE that movie! Love! lol! "So, you think you might ever kiss me?" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- was eventful fo sho. Had waffles and coffee at Ali's, then went home to become human. lol. We went shopping with Ali's mom for Ali a prom dress, but didn't find any. Then we went to On the Border and pigged out, mostly on chips and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell rang, to be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114227012418073198?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114227012418073198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114227012418073198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114227012418073198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114227012418073198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/printer-is-located-by-check-out-desk.html' title='Printer is located by check out desk'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114193239332861655</id><published>2006-03-09T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:44:06.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement + Sugar =....This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh! Ali, I just violated our healthy pact! I'm eating a cosmic brownie! Oh well, its good! lol! Ok, anywho, what to post about, what to post about....Yesterday was crazy! First the church could have been on fire, then Ali and I get stalked by a middle-aged, bald man, then we get "hollered" at by gangstas! Whoa! Crazy! Then piling in Ali's car, that has become somewhat of a tradition for us, huh guys? I think we're getting pretty good at it. We could go to a "fitting too many people into a car" competition and win fo sho! lol! I'm a little, tiny bit hyper, lots of sugar! Ok, wheeeewwww! Back to life. Ok. But all in all yesterday was pretty sweet. I like to mix it up every once in a while, going to Taco Bell was pretty cool, especially since I'd been craving a burrito all day! Then hanging out in St. Mary's was coolio, even though we got kicked out of the comfy room. LOL! I'd give yesterday a big thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, oh yeah, I need to do a little venting! Just a tad. My mock trial is monday and wednesday and we are SOOO unprepared! Man! I feel like I'm the only one doing anything, which I guess is ok, but it's going to affect my grade slightly too. I didn't want to put this off 'til the last minute but that's what's happened, so now I'm going to have to spend a good chunk of the weekend going over mock trial stuff and if my partner doesn't do the same, it's going to be a train wreck! "I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!" lol! So yeah, I'm a little worried about it, but not too bad, I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In senior survey we...took notes, then took notes, and for a little change of pace, we took some notes. But nowhere near how bad my last english class was, so I'm not complaining, even though it sounds like it. Cody, I could have used your magical poetry analytical powers today! We read this poem by John Donne and I was soooooo lost! The guy's no Shakespeare but he wasn't bad. Ok, I was going to put one of his poems on here, but I've just changed my mind, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this morning was the biggest Bush bashing fest I've ever witnessed, sorry to tell it Ali, don't read on if you don't want to. I mean, I am not a Bush fan, really, I'm not. But I am totally against people openly bashing the president, especially when its a substitute teacher and half the class. Do I agree with everything Bush has done, no, but I honestly believe that people will find some reason to criticize the president of the United States no matter what! I don't think it would matter what he did, it would be wrong. And what's up with that? I don't get it, but I try to avoid politics as much as possible anyway, not really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling, rambling, yep, that's exactly what I'm doing. Ok, going to the Harbor after school with Ali, getting a latte which I can already taste if I close my eyes and concentrate real hard! MMMMMMM! I wants it now! lol! Ali and I were already ready to go down there before 3rd hour, but not too much longer now! Yeah! Talkfest! Vegging on "the couch", hopefully Cody can join us, sometime, if not, it'll just be the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm too excited about for words:&lt;br /&gt;1) Prom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Harbor Lights!&lt;br /&gt;3) Girls night at the church sunday!&lt;br /&gt;4) My birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) Spring Break!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more, I'm just feeling a little too ADHD to actually go through them all right now. Later all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114193239332861655?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114193239332861655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114193239332861655&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114193239332861655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114193239332861655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/excitement-sugar-this.html' title='Excitement + Sugar =....This!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114174826932578933</id><published>2006-03-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:44:19.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I've heard murmers about not being able to even get to some of our blogs, so hopefully, this'll work. Ok, that said, I will continue. This past weekend was too cool for words! (I've been finding myself speechless a lot lately). Tiny, teeny, weenie (ha) recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Ali and I met Cody, Jon, and JC up at Snow Creek. I tried my hand at snowboarding, hoping I'd be a natural or something far fetched like that...uh, well, that wasn't exactly the case for those of you who were there, for those of you who weren't and didn't see me, I was a total natural! lol! Anywho, at least I tried, then I went and got skis and was a tad bit better, kinda, a little. Cody stayed with me pretty much the whole time and helped me. Now, I'm usually not one for public doting of one's boyfriend but I have to break one of my own rules for a moment. Cody was great! I would have had the worst time ever if it hadn't been for him, I'm totally serious. I could go into detial but I won't. Anywho, I had a great time skiing despite the slight pain I had to endure. lol! Then we went to Sean's party and marveled at how addicted some of those boys were to Halo. Blows my mind. Our midnight run to McDonald's was fun, but I was so tired, I had pretty much had all the fun I could take for one day. Ali and I headed for her house and changed into our p.j.s and popped in &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt;. We fell asleep half way through it. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- Ali and I woke up way too early, in the sauna and just hung for a while, watched another chic flick. Then we met the boys and headed down to Lawrence. The drive down was crazy due to the fact I don't think any of us were awake and because very few guys are cool enough to have the same taste in music as Ali and I do. Anyway, once we woke up, it was all good. Man, I could have spent a million dollars down there, easily! And that pizza place was sooo good, mmmmm! I've been craving it eversince! lol! Then The Third Planet was crazy! I didn't expect it to be..uh..like that! It had a few cool things I guess, but definately not "my store" as I had been claiming previously. I think my favorite part of the whole trip was the ride home....not! Cramming that many people into the car...a little cramped. I was actually pretty comfy, I think I was the only one, besides Jon. Oh well, the price we pay for a great day in lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;- Church was great. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worship was awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Worship has been sooo good lately! Anyway, I kind of got a little lost during the sermon, but I followed it as well as I could. Then I got roped into going swimming. *sigh* I'm so easily persuaded by some people. lol. So after walking to my truck and Cody finding a little something out of the ordinary in the alley(that's wierd to write) I headed home to get ready. Swimming was fun, well, not so much the swimming part, didn't do much of that, but hanging out was good. Then Ali and I went to Homer's and talked and talked, oh yeah, we talked a little too. lol! Then I went home and TRIED to do calc. Key word there, tried! I couldnt' concentrate for the life of me. My mind kept wandering to past, future and present. I put on some slow, sappy, girly music and just chilled in my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, this recap has grown 10x it's purposed size! Ok, I'll be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;- Went over to Ali's then to PR for the G boy's band concert. You guy's rocked! Jon, you were out of this world awesome, for real! lol. But you ALL did great! Yo-heave-ho right? (Or something like that, I don't speak pirate, sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to school a little while ago. I had catering this morning. It wasn't too bad really. Trying to be fancy with our resources was a tad frusterating, but we made it work. I've decided, I don't ever want to be an important person. Having to dress up in uncomfortable dress suits, listen to boring speakers, pay way too much for cafateria gourmet food, nope not for me! lol! Anywho, later guys, see y'all wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114174826932578933?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114174826932578933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114174826932578933&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114174826932578933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114174826932578933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties?'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114140291929734742</id><published>2006-03-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:44:30.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The duck flies at midnight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt; everyone in the entire world..or everyone who reads my blog, the numbers are close enough. T.G.I.F.! I can't put into words how happy I am it's friday, or hpw hungry I am, man I am starving! I want to go to the Corner Pharmacy with Ali and have cheeseburgers again! Despite the constant rumbling in my stomach, I am in a pretty fabulous mood. I won't bore everyone with the secretive details of our coversation that lasted almost four hours yesterday, and the few other details, Ali has already covered, so go read her blog if you're lookin' for a recap buddy! Yeah, yesterday was pretty much awesome, well, in most respects. Don't want to go into detail about the not so awesome stuff and I didn't get to talk to Cody, so it wasn't all awesome, but mostly. I'm telling you, I think Ali and I could talk for 24 hours straight, no problem! I don't think I've ever talked to some one like that before, it's pretty sweet. And my decaf irish creme latte was off the hizzo fo shizzo. It was so funny, after Ali and I got up to leave, our bodies were imprinted in the couch! lol. Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed law this morning (jump back)! We watched this law movie with John Travolta and it is actually really good thus far. Then I got called to a teacher's room whom I don't even have but whom I'm SURE doesn't like me to talk about some dumb scholar thing. Blablablablabla, bad food, blablablablabla, boring speakers, blablablablabla, wasted evening, that's all I heard. Plus, it's on a wednesday, I'm not missing youth group, how dare they even think such a possibility was present in my mind!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is friday. Tomorrow is saturday. The day after that is Sunday. The day after that..ok, yes, I have a point. Tonight should be super spiffy, I'm thinking sardines and spoons all over again! YEAH!!! Then everyone besides JC, Sean, Ali and I will get bored and do something else, while we continue the longest game of sardines in history. LOL. Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;Then saturday, lawrence here we come! I haven't been to lawrence to actually shop or anything resembling the act of shopping forever! The last time I did that, the stores were all closed, so needless to say, the shopping did not actually take place. So yes, safe to say I'm looking forward to saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold.&lt;br /&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me.&lt;br /&gt;I want your symphony, singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm dying to watch &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember &lt;/em&gt;! Ali, we need to have a chick flick night! I'm soo in the mood for a sappy chick flick night....and ice cream! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114140291929734742?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114140291929734742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114140291929734742&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114140291929734742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114140291929734742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/duck-flies-at-midnight.html' title='The duck flies at midnight...'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114123043063162448</id><published>2006-03-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:44:43.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My words are wasted when I dont speak&lt;br /&gt;Of all your wonders within our reach&lt;br /&gt;The more you show me your printed hands&lt;br /&gt;To be more grateful, to understand&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe some, i couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Something more to live&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want none I didn't want&lt;br /&gt;None, nothing more than this.&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;You have given me love more than i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love that song by Jeremy Camp! I'm addicted to that cd now, I listen to it allllll the time! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114123043063162448?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114123043063162448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114123043063162448&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114123043063162448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114123043063162448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-time.html' title='All the Time'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114122848683018683</id><published>2006-03-01T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:44:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a Gnome named Pierpont!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just failed my government test! AHHH! Whatever will I do! Now I can't be the first woman president...oh well, I'll have to create another dream profession for myself. lol. Anyhoo, I'm stuck in seminar for B-2, which is wierd, like a deja-vous because this is how it used to be, last year, seminar was 2nd hour. Interesting, non (&lt;--French for no)? So Yesterday was pretty cool, I had a calc test and physics test, those weren't involved in the decision to call yesterday "pretty cool" though. But I think I did well enough on those things. Then I finished my first Harry Potter book! Woot! Kudos to me! Sooo now I have to see the movie. Then...hmm, oh yeah, we had a mardi gras party in french class! Oh my goodness! Cookies galore, some from Sis's Sweets! Dirt and Worms! Parfait! AMAZING chocolate covered brownies with a baby hidden inside! Coffee! Oh man, it was wonderful! If every french class was like that, yeah, I wouldn't mind it at all! lol. We played Egyptian Rat Slap and I lost...both times, but I was so hyped up on sugar I couldn't have cared less! Anyhoo, then we had french club, which usually is a major drag, but we watched this movie in french called The Chorus, and it was surprisingly really really good. I didn't end up leaving until almost 4:00! I then proceeded to go home and watch Gilmore Girls until 5:00. Then took out my wonderful puppy dog for a nice walk in the wonderful weather! Then Cody called and we talked for a while while he looked for him work uniform (lol) and then Ali and I made plans about today. Full day! Fo sho! So I'm in an usually good mood, you think? I won't deny it, I am! lol. Life is good, no great, in pretty much every aspect right now! I can't remember the last time that happened! I feel so blessed right now. It's like God decided to save up all my prayers, about everything, and answer them all in access of a week or so! Thank you Lord, You are truely amazing! Well, I have english crud to do, so I'll probably type a little more lata! See everyone tonight, can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114122848683018683?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114122848683018683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114122848683018683&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114122848683018683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114122848683018683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-gnome-named-pierpont.html' title='I want a Gnome named Pierpont!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114106801671861567</id><published>2006-02-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:45:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apres AtF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So you want my take on the weekend do ya? You think you can handle it do ya? Ok, here goes..I thought this weekend was flippin' awesome! I had sooo much fun! The worship band was good, there no Frontline but only Frontline can be Frontline. The skit thing was soooooooooo cool, really, I loved the skit, that may have been my favorite part of the sessions (not including Jeremy Camp). Yeah, the performances, excluding a few, were extremely awesomely out of this world! Jeremy Camp was amazing, fo sho! Here's a few things I got out of it all:&lt;br /&gt;1) That first night, when all those people went down there...I was shocked. I mean, I've heard some ultra-powerful messages before, complete with music and an awesome speaker, the kind of speech that would make anyone want to give up everything in their lives and simply spend every moment of every day praising and serving Jesus. Although I thought the music and speech was good...it wasn't that powerful. But for all those people to be so moved by it, moved enough to decide to give their lives to Jesus or renew their faith..it made me think. It doesn't take much, it doesn't take one of those life changing speeches to change a life. Sometimes all people need is to just hear something, because even if they don't hear exactly how wonderful a life with Jesus is, anything they hear about Him beats what they have. I just found that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;2) The second time, when people went down and we all kept singing and then we prayed. I was just looking out over all those people and it was incredible. How can people see something like that and not be convinced that there is nothing better? Hundreds to thousands of people praising God, lifting their voices to Him, how can that not make everyone who's seen it want to join us? I have no idea whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Lets see...inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Cookies = Courage?&lt;br /&gt;Ring Ring. "Change my life, change my mind...." (Ali'll get that.)&lt;br /&gt;"They were saying 'and on.' Oh, I thought they were saying 'Anton' I was wondering why they were singing about a guy named Anton!"&lt;br /&gt;"Does everyone remember dressing up like a super hero when they were little?" "I was a laundry detergent box once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, good times, good times. Reminds me of Explos and waining geight. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Its so sad how much I'm looking forward to wednesday...really sad! I mean, geez, I spent all weekend, literally, with you people and yet I can't wait 'til youth group! lol, crazy! Going up to Lawrence was cool yesterday, it just gives me one more reason to consider KU more seriously; when I can't make it home for church I can go to Vineyard there. *shrugs* who knows what'll happen. I have no clue what's going to happen in the future, even this summer, I'm not sure about anymore. Kind of exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in suuuch a good mood this morning. My alarm went off at 6:00 and usually I have to fight with my eyelids (full blown physical battle) to keep from going back to sleep. Today, I actually woke up and layed in bed listening to my music (Jeremy Camp). Then I ate breakfast (toast with grape jelly mmmmmm) and threw on some cruddy clothes ( I couldn't care less what I look like at school) and I was actually early. Unfortunately I went to talk to my friends before I went into school and they brought my mood down considerably. But after writing all through law (notes? What are you crazy?) in my journal and a note to Ali, my spirits rose again and now its after lunch and I'm feelin' pretty dern good again! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my take on AtF- AWESOME!!! I REALLY hope we're going to Deeper Life, which is like Oasis! In April...after I'm 18! 1 month and a day!!! YAHOOO! Later days all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114106801671861567?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114106801671861567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114106801671861567&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114106801671861567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114106801671861567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/apres-atf.html' title='Apres AtF'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114072212974732070</id><published>2006-02-23T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:45:22.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act I, Scene iv, Take 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drama. Or as my friends and I more affectionately, not really, call it bigones (bi-go-nayz). I decided I wanted to talk about this crud because well, its everywhere. I was the queen of drama my 7th grade year, but I'm glad for it; I got it out of my system. I always thought things were more interesting with drama, like if I didn't invent some, then things would be dull, and in 7th grade dull is not in your vocab. So my friends and I spent THE WHOLE YEAR fighting, constantly, just because we liked the drama. It wasn't until high school I realized that a lot of people don't grow out of it...ever! I have tons of friends who are still in it up to their eyeballs. I stay out of it whenver possible, but its not always possible right? I mean, I'm not saying here that I think some one creates whatever drama exists just for the sake of its existance. I don't think that at all. Of course there are situations that create it inevitably (NO ONE better correct my spelling!!!). At Wallula....it was everywhere, especially at the week long retreat we went on and it drove me crazy. I assumed that it was due to all the girls in the group, but boys have it too. I think, all in all, our group is pretty lacking in all that stuff, which makes me happy seeing as how much I loathe it. There's no use for it and some one always gets hurt in its destruction path, am I right or am I right? Soooo, moral of the story...stay away from drama....c'est tres mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note: yesterday was awesome. That was a great youth group huh? Yeah, I thought so! Man, I laughed SO hard it really hurt. Since laughing is healthy for you, Ali and I must be the healthiest people in the whole entire world! So we have you guys to thank for that, especially Cody, JC, and Sean. Man, I almost fell in the floor when Cody asked what the big bird's name was. Oh man! Ok, I have lovely, disgusting calc to do. I'll see y'all tomorrow afternoon for an awesome weekend yeah? We're going to have fun yeah? I like talking like the Autralian Gecko from Gieco! Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114072212974732070?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114072212974732070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114072212974732070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114072212974732070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114072212974732070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/act-i-scene-iv-take-5.html' title='Act I, Scene iv, Take 5!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114054951890576718</id><published>2006-02-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:45:37.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmdedumdum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so it's been a while since I've posted, my bad homies. I'll commence my post with a small (ha) paragraph I affectionately call "The Weekend Recap." Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to Rachel's and we played Egyptian Rat Slap and I actually won (cause Luke wasn't there) and then Conor and Darree got hooked on Mario Cart and it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my daddy dropped by. Then my mom and I went to Ten Penny for lunch, mmm, chili! Then I went home to try and get some shut eye..ha! I had just went to bed in my uber warm jammies when my mom called for me. Ali and Hayden had pulled a "pop in" and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out. Of course I did, I couldn't turn them down. So we went to Platte and Ali got a shirt and Hayden got some pants, hats, and a wallet (mostly in black *gasp*) and I got some super cool jeans. Then we went to Claire's, well Ali and I did, and got some cool stuff aussi. Then I went home and got ready to go to din din with my dad and stepmom. We went to Tampico's and had dinner, it was really really good! I love hanging out with my dad and stepmom, especially when my brother doesn't come, he tends to be a conversation hog! So that was nice. Then we went to my aunt's house and spend a boring evening there. My family is crazy, I'm serious, my cousins are out of their minds! Anyhoo, I don't want to go into that.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was...ok if you don't like talking to anyone for a good deal of it! lol I'm just kidding (kinda). The kids in kids church were OUT OF THEIR MINDS!!!!!!! But JC made it all good with our awesome Valentines. Thanks JC! Then went to the Roberts house that night. That was fun. MMM, spaghetti! And I totally won Phase 10! It was FREEZING outside and of course we just HAD to go out there! lol So yeah, it was pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to calc and dazily made my way through the first 2 hours of school, then left. I picked up Sean and JC, then Ali and we went to the Harbor. Then went to Weston Bend Park and got lost thanks to tour guide Aley, yeah it was all my fault! Sorry guys. At least we reached our walking quota for the next 40 years! lol I thought it was fun, and no one really got in trouble (thank goodness!) so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I sit in seminar...wow I'm bored. So I think I haven't written anything of substance here lately, its all been recapping weekends and what have you. So I'm now thinking of some topics I can talk about, give my 2 cents about okie? That sound great to everyone? good! Ok, I'm off in search of inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do me a favor, would you sing it to me slow, cause I'm thinkin' its my song. ooooo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114054951890576718?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114054951890576718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114054951890576718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114054951890576718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114054951890576718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmmdedumdum.html' title='Hmmmdedumdum'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114023833258391120</id><published>2006-02-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:45:49.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey y'all, so check out this video by the one and only, wonderful Jack Johnson! It is SOOOOO tight, I mean it, it is really really cool. That's hot, whatever,I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114023833258391120?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114023833258391120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114023833258391120&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114023833258391120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114023833258391120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-video.html' title='New Video'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-114003088210594809</id><published>2006-02-15T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:02.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no time no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to go do calc in a few minutes, so this is going to be types with the speed of 1,000 greyhounds (that's pretty fast). Ok, so...my valentine's day was ok. I got some stuff from friends at school (yum, fun dip valentines) and then after school I went to get stuff for y'all. I went to walmart to get valentines and I was dissapointed to find that all the "chronical of narnia" ones were gone, but I got some good ones. Then I went to get stuff to make cookies for tonight. After hanging with Rach for a while and consuming large amounts of coffee, I went home and took Zoe on a walk in the dark...fun...then I came home and proceeded to make cookies. Well, I didn't get too far. My friend Gabe called me and said he and a few other friends were going to see Curious George and wanted me to go. He said it was a double date (but only in the sense that he paid, which was perfectly awesome with me). My mom pretty much told me to go, cause she wants me to hang out with Gabe all the time, she loves that kid. So I through on some decent clothes and went out with them. Seth dropped Gabe and I off at Cold Stone (mmm, amaretto and Twix) and he and Brittany went to Sheridan's. Then, since we were super early for the 9:30 show (we were super late for the 7:30 one) we layed on the floor and watched the artificial shooting stars. LOL, it was great! The movie was SOO good! George is the cutest fake cartoon monkey I have ever seen! And Jack Johnson did all the music for it so it was SUPER GREAT! Then I slept the whole way home and we listened to the soundtrack from the movie. I didnt' get home until midnight and I was sooooo tired this morning but, it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go, more later, I hope, this not having internet at home again stuff really bites! Well, I'll see you all, or most of you hopefully at youth tonight...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-114003088210594809?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/114003088210594809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=114003088210594809&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114003088210594809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/114003088210594809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-time-no-time.html' title='no time no time'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113992359432447157</id><published>2006-02-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or, more commonly refered to by Ali, JC, and myself as "single's awareness day." Regardless, I love this song! More later, maybe, have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no words&lt;br /&gt;No way to speak&lt;br /&gt;I would still hear you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no tears&lt;br /&gt;No way to feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I’d still feel for you&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;All of my lifeI have been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;All you give to me&lt;br /&gt;You’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And showed me how to love unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams I couldn’t love you more&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heartUntil the end of time...&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;’cause all I need is you, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113992359432447157?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113992359432447157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113992359432447157&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113992359432447157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113992359432447157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-all.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day All'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113986002525305712</id><published>2006-02-13T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Protest of LHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, the legendary Fred Phelps (Felps?) came to LHS to...uh...peacefully? voice his views on the USALL issue. I drove up to school this morning and my line of vision was hit with all these HORRIBLY offensive signs about gay people. Almost every sign was something along the lines of "God hates fags!" WHOA! I didnt' think they'd be that radical, but I should have assumed. There were tons of people on the other side with signs about unity and love, all the USALL supporters. Everyone was super peaceful, much to Fred's dismay I'm sure. We had a Jack Party in Rach's car this morning and watched the going ons. It was kind of crazy. I mean, what on earth could those people be thinking? Have they read the Bible? They quote it (completely out of context) so I'm assuming they've read it but when I see signs like that I can't understand how that's possible. They need prayer majorly peeps, big time! And what really made me upset was, not only that a guy like that gives Christians a horrible image and makes people think badly of us, under falsified portration, but that God was not represented in the whole thing at all! One of my friends said we should have been out there with a sign that said: "Hate the Sin, not the Sinner." That would have been a good thing, but what side would you stand on I wondered? Obviously, that would be directed at the Phelp's group, but I don't agree with USALL either. If they truley were a support club without the slightest bit of promotion, then fine, but they do promote homosexuality in a way, so I wouldn't have felt comfortable on their side either; although this morning it was simply tolerance they were gunnin' for and I was happy to see that. My friends and I sat in the car and blasted the Beatle's "All you need is love" lol, seemed appropriate. I talked to my Law teacher during class and he said that the news probably wouldn't even cover it considering it was completely calm and non-violent. No one got hot headed or tried to pull anything, so it was pretty dull. The Phelp's group didn't even stay as long as they planned on, so HA! lol Interesting day, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great, Jon's birthday party at the Griffith's! lol It was a blast, as always, The Brother's Grimm was even funnier the second time. "Excuse, it was trying to run away!" LOL HAHAHAHAHAHA SOOO funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was...chaotic! I was lazy all morning, go me, then I had to rush around trying to get everything done. I was ready to bake the cake only to discover, I didnt' have a cake pan anymore, so I had to go get one, and decorations and such. Then after searching, finding, washing, and trying on my bathingsuits, I headed down to the pool for my swimming lesson, graciously offered by Cody. Upon arrival I was greeted by the screeches of a million girls being murdered, well, it sounded like they were being murdered, geeez, how do you guys out up with all the noise all the time!?!?! I'd go crazy! Anywho, Cody was glued to his lifeguarding chair (not literally) to, well, guard their lives, so I'm taking a rain check on my swimming lesson. Then I went to the church and we had Jon yet another party. It was great. Spoons and sardines! Too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Jon, David and I did kid's church; it went well, those kids are a hoot! lol Then I hung out at home for the most part, after finding out we weren't going to see The Pink Panther. I went to Rachel's and watched part of The Sting with Robert Redford (LOVE HIM) awesome movie by the way you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it, my update, hope you have enjoyed it. My internet has been screwy lately, so I may not be keeping up on the blogger world as well as I was before, although no one else seems to be donig that either so, I don't feel bad! lol Pink Panther tuesday? Yeah? Good! It's a plan! Later Days all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113986002525305712?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113986002525305712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113986002525305712&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113986002525305712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113986002525305712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/infamous-protest-of-lhs.html' title='The Infamous Protest of LHS'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113951895548232987</id><published>2006-02-09T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see if this one gets to stay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so my posts are being crazy and just getting up and running away, but this one will be good, so hopefully it'll stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was SOOO much fun, I can't even put it into words. The band was flippin' awesome, and I had so much fun just hanging out with everyone. It really makes me wish I would have come to some of the coffee shop stuff you guys had, cause I bet they were a blast. So, needless to say, even though my half day was one of the worst days I've had in a long time (calc trouble) yesterday was competely, totally, 100% awesome, thanks to 5:00 and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stay home today, love you mommy! lol I got up about 10:00, not by choice, my bro woke me up on the way to work, but I was well rested enough I suppose. So I watch tv and have coffee and toast. Then I watched "My Best Friend's Wedding" one of the many movies my mom's bought that I've never watched. Good movie I guess, I love Julia Roberts, but the ending was terrible! So, I wouldn't put this on my "Oh my gosh you have to see this movie if you ever want me to talk to you again" list. Then...uhhh...I watched Gilmore Girls on DVD while I ate lunch and wondered if Ali got out of school today, apparently not. lol. Sorry I wasn't at lunch Ali! Then a watched a "making of The Pink Panther" movie, coming out TOMORROW! We have to see that guys! Now, I'm getting ready to leave and do some stuff, then CSI tonight, yay! And tomorrow is friday and a calc test (BOO!) and maybe ice skating at crown center, if I manage to rob a bank and get enough money to go! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later days all, check out the youth blog for info on saturday night-movie night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113951895548232987?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113951895548232987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113951895548232987&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113951895548232987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113951895548232987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-see-if-this-one-gets-to-stay.html' title='Let&apos;s see if this one gets to stay!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113935858482437231</id><published>2006-02-07T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If fears what makes us decide,&lt;br /&gt;Our future journey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not along for the ride,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm still yearning,&lt;br /&gt;To try and touch the sun,&lt;br /&gt;My fingers burning,&lt;br /&gt;Before you're old you are young,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm still learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Try and stop me,&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You can watch me,&lt;br /&gt;Fall right on my face,&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill human race,&lt;br /&gt;and I am falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing out in the street,&lt;br /&gt;The earth is moving,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it under my feet,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still proving,&lt;br /&gt;That I can stand my ground,&lt;br /&gt;And my feet are there, haven't washed my hair&lt;br /&gt;Too be lost before you are found,&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean you are losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll live in a house&lt;br /&gt;Etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;But you know that's not for now&lt;br /&gt;and for now I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;down...down...down...,&lt;br /&gt;down...down...down,&lt;br /&gt;down...down...down,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah e Yeah..Yeah e Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down..I'm falling down...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling....&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to hit the ground...&lt;br /&gt;I am falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the basketball game at P.R. with Ali and Hayden to hang out with J.C. I need some serious cheering up, luckily I can't think of a better group to do that for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113935858482437231?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113935858482437231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113935858482437231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113935858482437231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113935858482437231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-fears-what-makes-us-decide-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113899371943527043</id><published>2006-02-03T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:47:10.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Update Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there was much rejoicing....*yay* lol Ok guys, so I figured I've been boring you to death with my non-eventful life, but apparently, y'all like reading about nothing. Good for you , I know all of you will go far! SOOO let's see, what's been going on avec moi? I haven't updated for a while. Last thrusday I had worship practice and it was pretty good. Then CSI night, which was good. Friday I had catering stuff all night, which wasn't half bad. Ok ok, here we are, saturday. I stayed home all day saturday, worked on my WJC scholarship essay and sent that off. Then I went to Chauntel's for a stereotypical girl (+ Conor) sleepover. We played taboo for an hour or more. Con and I lost the first game but Rach and I won the next one. It was SOOO much fun! I haven't played that game in ages. We have to play that next time we have a "fun night" at the Griffiths' or Roberts' for sho! lol Chauntel: "Ok, this guy had a huge theme park named after him." Rachel:"Michael Jackson?" SO funny! Anyhoo. Then we made massively, fantabulous sundaes. YUMMMMM! And watched Looney Tunes for an hour or more. I love Looney Tunes! Then....yeah, I'm pretty sure we tried to sleep after that. The plans to build a fort and play twister were, for some reason, abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, you were all there, so no need to rehash the entire day. Sunday night was fun, I love walking around in the cold without going into a single store. No really! I love it, I want to marry, I want a national holiday dedicated to it. lol That's hot, whatever, I love it. Applebee's was good, JC cracked me up with the water thing.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, nota, well, nothing worth reporting. Tuesday, Gilmore Girls was about the only thing that ment anything to me that day. Wednesday, yg was great! Seriously, if any of you leaders are reading this, awesome job! I was totally sceptical about the whole "worship experimenting" thing, but it was sooo awesome! I loved it! And listening to music the whole time helped, as it does with anything in my musically related existance. Watching the guys stuff their shirts with pillows and sumo fight may have been the highlight of my evening though. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, got coffee avec Rachy. Then went to Chauntel's for pizza, then decorated cookies for Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day. Well, I iced the cookies, they decorated, cause they were for their boyfriends, so I guess it was only fair they did all the creative stuff. I got to be pretty darn perfect at the whole icing thing though, let me tell you. And now, here I am in seminar. Pretty boring day thus far, Ali wasn't at lunch which sucked! lol, really, she's like my only friend in that lunch, well, only friend that I actually talk to. I'm just so shy. LOL! Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about this summer camp thing. I started on my application, man I hope I get the job. Well, I hope Jon and I both get it cause that would be pretty sweet yo! lol. Hopefully those hiring will overlook my lack of athletic involvements and see all the wonderful things I have to offer them! lol. Yeah...uhhh, we'll see. Later y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, new video, either by The Who or Led Zeppelin, so check it out, I must educate you all in classic rock! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113899371943527043?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113899371943527043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113899371943527043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113899371943527043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113899371943527043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-awaited-update-has-arrived.html' title='The Long Awaited Update Has Arrived!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113885184416849658</id><published>2006-02-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:47:22.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something's coming! What is it?!?!? A bird? A plane? No, it's Superman! Wait, no, wrong line. It's an update from Aley! Coming soon to a computer screen near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113885184416849658?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113885184416849658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113885184416849658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113885184416849658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113885184416849658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/02/somethings-coming-what-is-it-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113840482780554291</id><published>2006-01-27T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:47:35.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorsal fins and cucamunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've decided the use of verbs is way over rated. So this post will attempt to prove that by leaving them all out, starting now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lst nght ws prtt gd. Prctce wnt fn, thn wnt t Chntl's hs fr CS. Mssd mst f t. Hd grt nchs, Cnr md thm. Mmm! Gt hm prtt lt. Hd a Jck Jhnsn prt ths mrnng, bt Chntl lckd hr kys n hr cr nd hd t g hm t gt th spr. Bt w hd wsm mffns! Gn, Mmmmm! Schl ws k, nw 'm gttn rdy fr th lm ctrng thng @ schl frm 6-11! Crzy ! ll! K, 'm t! Ltr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113840482780554291?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113840482780554291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113840482780554291&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113840482780554291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113840482780554291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/dorsal-fins-and-cucamunga.html' title='Dorsal fins and cucamunga'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113831016444751230</id><published>2006-01-26T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:47:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faulty alarm clocks....a true blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got to oversleep today! Not that I planned it. On the contrary actually, I was planning on getting up about half an hour earlier than usual, but, oh well. My mom came in and woke me up at 7 something, asking me why I hadn't woken her up....hello?!? lol So, I took my own sweet time getting ready. Once my mom called me in and left, my getting ready progress speed seemed to decrease at least 50%, no clue why. lol. Actually, I've found I can be quite productive in the morning. I cleaned the kitchen table, which is always a mt. everest of junk, then did dishes and still had time for a cup of coffee and a little tv before I left. Granted I was about 10 minutes late to 2nd hour, but no one missed me. 2nd hour is english, which is actually pretty tizight right now, we're reading/watching &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Macbeth&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which I really like. Lunch was good, super long today, it seemed like Ali and I talked about everything under the moon before lunch was even half way through. Fine by me yo. 3rd hour was....horrible, (may I borrow Sean?) I'm not gonna lie. Honestly, before this year, I didn't have anyone who was outwardly mean to me. And now, they're coming out of the woodwork! Catering is a pretty small class and half of them are popular girls that I"ve known for quite a while. I'm not friends with most of them, but I get along with a few of them pretty well. My luck being given apparently by a sick, twisted-minded leprachaun, I get stuck in a kitchen with 2 of them that can't stand me. What did I ever do to them you ask? nothing. I think I am a pretty amiable person, I generally get along with everyone and when I don't I avoid them, but I'm always civil. These girls were SO mean to me today, seriously. *wipes tear* I know, I know, pitty party for one. That hour just really sucked for me, hopefully it will get better over the next few weeks. Seminar was lame, we had the ROTC assembly, that I've seen 4 times, the same assembly. Oh well, at least a few people in my seminar can stand me. lol. Ok, now I'm done, for real. Now I'm home, with some good music cranked up and all the windows open, although my hands are getting numb, so I think it may be time to close them. I just love fresh air though, it makes the whole house smell so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have voice stuff tonight with Brad...singing in my "head voice" (I know you love that term Ali) but it should be okie. Then to Chanuty's for CSI. And they'd better save me some nachos! Later all.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113831016444751230?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113831016444751230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113831016444751230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113831016444751230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113831016444751230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/faulty-alarm-clocksa-true-blessing.html' title='Faulty alarm clocks....a true blessing'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113813131074622242</id><published>2006-01-24T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:48:09.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO PASSING! NO PASSING! TONS OF CALC HOMEWORK AND NO PASSING!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!! *takes deep breath* ok, I'm fine, really, peachy keen right here. So I'm in seminar bored. We had to take a horrible test about drugs and alcohol and all those wonderful things (j/k of course, didn't know how great you guys are at reading sarcasm). I might as well have just put no on all the questions, cause that's pretty much what I did. Ah, I hate those tests. Think about it logically: Anyone who answers for real will be answering no, anyone who would answer yes won't be truthful. It's bogus. Anyhoo, g2g do calc, later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113813131074622242?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113813131074622242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113813131074622242&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113813131074622242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113813131074622242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-passing-no-passing-tons-of-calc_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113806150043765568</id><published>2006-01-23T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:48:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crosses and Peace Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who says that you can't be a hippie and a Christian? I love these lines from "Love is a Movement" by..you guessed it, Switchfoot: "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;movement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;revolution.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Hippies are all about revolution, in fact, that's the central theme of almost all hippie/classic rock. Hippies are all for movements and going against The Man. True, not all the morals are alined and there are some huge differences, for instance Christians are all for Jesus's love whereas hippies are all for free love...but it's still love...lol. Ok, there's my little justification, not that anyone reading this doubts that you can be both, but just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I'm quoting all these old Switchfoot songs? Well, I came home on saturday and found "Learning to Breathe" in my chair. Angie (awesome 38 year old mutual friend of my mom and I) was cleaning out her cds and decided she didn't want it any more. Her trash, my treasure. It came at a perfect time too, even though I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; "Nothing is Sound" I've listened to it 2,000,000 times, so it's time for a change. Speaking of change, I hate it! I'll spare an elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was ok. Friday...I did nothing pretty much. Saturday I FINALLY went to my daddy's house. We hung out, it was only the two of us, I watched "The Missing" while he changed my oil (man dad's are cool) then I went home and hung out with Rach and Chaunty. We did this really copesthetic experiment with soda and mentos. You put the mentos in a just- opened soda bottle (diet works best) and it explodes, like shoots up 6 ft. It was pretty cool. Then we wanted to do it again, so we were trying to dig the mentos out of the gutter. Pretty fun stuff. Then we went to Chauntel's and played ping pong with Darree, then Con joined us. For the most part I sat in a canoo and played Lewis and Clark! Hey, with a little imagination, it was fun ok! Don't judge. Sunday was horrible, G's were gone, Ali wasn't there and neither was Cody! If it weren't for Sean and Hayden, I would have died! Fo sho! Today was ok I suppose, I was ticked off this morning due to a little misunderstanding but I got over it. But it was monday, so I'm entitled to a little crankiness right? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've taken up enough of your precious time, plus I'm hungry, hamburger helper...yummm! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace gangstas and chicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113806150043765568?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113806150043765568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113806150043765568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113806150043765568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113806150043765568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/crosses-and-peace-signs.html' title='Crosses and Peace Signs'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113806039560448079</id><published>2006-01-23T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:48:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Playing for Keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Do me a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you sing this to me slow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;'Cause I'm thinking it's my song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Do me a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you tell me when to let go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;'Cause I think I'm holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you do it for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you do it for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;'Cause I'm playing for keeps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Tell me tomorrow has come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;With open arms, open arms, open arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;If you say it's time to move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Then I'll stop holding on, holding on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;If you say that it's time for moving on, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Time for moving on Do me a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you tell me which way's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;'Cause I don't know where I fit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Do me a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Would you tell me when to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;'Cause I don't know how to q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;uit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113806039560448079?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113806039560448079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113806039560448079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113806039560448079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113806039560448079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-that-switchfoot.html' title='Love that Switchfoot'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113779491490932021</id><published>2006-01-20T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:48:54.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't you save me, savin's what I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worship practice was SOOOO bad last night! No, seriously, I can't even stress it enough. I am thrilled most of you won't be there sunday, cause, oh man! I am going to sound SOOO bad and I know worship is about glorifying God and I've prayed about it, but I think I could carry out that task much better if I didn't have to sing like a retarded bird caught in a garbage disposal. So Eric has decided my falsetto voice (or "airy voice" as he likes to call it) is no longer acceptable. So basically my days of singing pretty on sundays are over for now. I have to sing in my "real" voice...which sounds and feels like I'm screaming and all my notes are horrindously flat and off key. I was so frusterated last night, I seariously wanted to cry after practice. But I don't want to whine to Eric about it but honestly, I have never hated an hour of singing like I did last night. It's not only that it sounded bad, it felt really bad too. I know Eric knows way more about music than I do and all, but I think he needs to get his hearing checked if he thinks what I did last night (I wouldn't call it singing) sounded better than what I normally do. And after he leaves, Brad says he's going to make me sing like that too..so....Luke, I'd better be on your team! I'm fo real! PLEASE! I can't sing like that every week, or I'll die! Ok, enough of that *wipes brow* wheeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to CSI night, it was good. Today I had a law test, and got an A. In senior survey, we're reading Macbeth, which I read sophomore year, so it's good, I love Shakespeare anyway and we're watching a really screwed up Macbeth movie, but it's all good yo. I have lunch with Ali now!!!! YEAH!!! We actually see each other! Then I had catering. We have to make 900 cookies tuesday and friday for our dealio friday night. And aside from all the stuck up popular people in there that hate me for some odd reason, I think class will be fine. I am going to request changing kitchens, cause one of the girls in there hates me with a royal passion..and ya know, knives, burners...not a good idea. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight was supposed to be a Brenden Leonard marathon cause Chanty hasn't seen them and me and Rach are dying for her to be in on all the inside jokes we have recently remembered and have put to good use! 100% Nougat! You guys have got to see them too! They rock my socks ya know!? Anyhoo, Chaunty has to go with her boyfriend to a lame-o party so I have to find something else to do. I'm think me and Rach, in pajamas, with coffee and biscotti, watching something in her basement....sounds like a perfectly wonderful evening. lol. I am so easy to please when it comes to activities! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm definately sure that I'm not sure. Sitting on the corner of nowhere road, just between I wish I could and I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113779491490932021?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113779491490932021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113779491490932021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113779491490932021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113779491490932021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/wont-you-save-me-savins-what-i-need.html' title='Won&apos;t you save me, savin&apos;s what I need'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113764347275546166</id><published>2006-01-18T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:49:09.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppie word: happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know, ask Jonathan Foreman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mahatma Gandhi was quite a spiritual person. He walked barefoot everywhere, to the point that his feet became quite thick and hard.&lt;br /&gt;Even when he was not on a hunger strike, he didn't eat much. Over time he became quite thin and frail. Furthermore, due to his diet, he wound up with very bad breath. Therefore he came to be known as a.....&lt;br /&gt;"Super calloused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, y.g. was great tonight guys really! And worship went real well, even though my throat is about ready to fall off, but I didn't sound like a dying rabbit like I had anticipated. Luke's message was great and I'm so excited about that thing he was talking about! It sounds flippin' awesome! Just something else to look forward to right!? Score! lol, yeah I'm still hyper. So, the next few weekends aren't going to be cool! GAR! This weekend all the G boys are going to be gone, so it'll be a perfect time to get all the stuff done I usually put off cause we're all hanging out...all that stuff I don't want to do!lol Then the next week, I have catering friday night then WJC all day saturday and Ali has SATs! SO, the weekend after that, I"m not kidding you guys, we have to do something so unbelieveably fun, we'll be telling our grandchildren about it when we're old and decreped and searching for our teeth! Anyways, its late, I'm tired and I have calc in da AM so I'm out yo. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 3:15a&lt;br /&gt;And remember, the Lord is waiting so that people have time to be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113764347275546166?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113764347275546166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113764347275546166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113764347275546166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113764347275546166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/yuppie-word-happy.html' title='Yuppie word: happy'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113754373051509615</id><published>2006-01-17T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:49:24.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the wide open sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess who didn't go to school today! Me! Well, I went to first hour, its suicidal to miss calc, but then I came home. I felt a pesky sinus infection coming on...and hey, might as well milk it for all its worth right?! Plus I had a pretty easy day ahead of me, so I didn't miss much. I came home and watched 2 hours of Gilmore Girls (addicted? no way....minus the "no") and then I watched The Horse Whisperer. Such an awesome movie..well it is for a horse-crazy hopeless romantic who adores Robert Redford! lol I got my stuff sent off to KU, now I have to concentrate on my WJC essay for the full ride and I go down there in 2 weeks, not next weekend. I'm so excited for next year! But I'm going to miss sooooooo many people, even if I end up staying around here. Oh well, change, change, change....that's the only constant in everyone's life right? I had to learn that lesson awhile ago, I hated change with a burning passion.&lt;br /&gt;Watching that movie made me realize, I think I could spend the rest of my life on horseback and I wouldn't ask for another thing! Sounds wierd, I know, but for real. I'm going to live on a huge farm/ranch and spend all my time on horseback, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, funny story. My bro came home last night, telling me it was impossible for me to be on the internet since he hadn't installed anything for me to sign onto yet, which is what I initially thought. Then we discovered that I was accidentally stealing wireless from our neighbors....whoops! Hey, I didn't know, does that still make me a criminal? *shrugs* oh well, who's gonna know, so "mum's" the word, ok homies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians. Watching for my sky to get torn apart. We are broken, we are bitter. We're the problem, we're the politicians. Watching for our sky to get torn apart. C'mon and break me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113754373051509615?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113754373051509615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113754373051509615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113754373051509615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113754373051509615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/under-wide-open-sky.html' title='Under the wide open sky'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113745118373516290</id><published>2006-01-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:49:39.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super sweet yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have internet!!!! YEAH!!!! I know, I know, you all have had it for a while and do not realize what a joy it is for a poor girl who has been netless for months, but yeah, I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time posting from home, yay! Anywho. Let's see, my weekend. Friday, I did nothing, no, I mean literally, nothing. I went to bed at 9:00! lol. 12 hours of sleep, felt awesome! Then saturday I finnished my KU application and sent my ACT scores there and to CSU. Am I any further on that "where am I going to college question"? Nope. No clue, I go to WJC next weekend I think, but I doubt it will have any impact whatsoever on my decision. So, we'll see what happens, ok, get off my back! j/k&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we made a fruitless run to Lawrence...everything was closed but Starbucks, which, believe it or not, I am not all that gaga over like my fellow coffee obsessed. But it was fine...it smelled good at least. Then we went to World Trade Market....so basically Piere One. Then on to Sonic, ya know, cause we don't have a billion of those in town anyway. Got oober gross smoothies and almost got sick on the way home because they were so..uh...gross! Sunday was sunday as usual. Church was good. The worship meeting was...long, but hopefully productive although I don't agree with all the changes purposed, I think our worship band and practices go pretty darn well, but I'll cooperate I suppose, if I gotta. I didn't go to my dad's sunday afternoon, like I had hoped, so I cleaned my room....fair trade? not even close, but oh well.Hanging out at Ali's was fun,I don't think I've ever watched that many movies in a matter of 12 hours. Whoa, you guys are nuts! No, it was good, even though I was so tired I think I almost fell asleep standing up while I was walking back to Ali's bedroom. Then I had to "gently" place 50 cent on the floor where he belongs...actually he belongs in the garbage but he wouldn't fit! lol. So I just woke up from a 3 hours nap that I decided to take after going to Applebee's with my mom and our friend Angie. Now, I'm up, still tired, and wondering what in the world happened to my extra day off!?!?!!? Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I made up my mind, and my heart along with that, to live not for myself, but yet for God, somebody said: "Do you know what you are getting yourself into?" When I finally ironed out all my priorities, and asked God to remove the doubt, that makes me unsure of these things I ask myself. I ask myself, "Do you know what you are getting yourself into?" I'm getting into you, because you got to me, in a way words can't describe. I'm getting into you, because I've got to be, you're essential to survive, I'm gonna love you with my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113745118373516290?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113745118373516290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113745118373516290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113745118373516290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113745118373516290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-sweet-yo.html' title='Super sweet yo!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113718141894690683</id><published>2006-01-13T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:49:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If hair were leather...it would be easier to braid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday the 13th!!! Scary!!!! Are you scared!?!?! Yeah, me neither. So anywho home dawgs, I am so proud of myself for keeping up on my updates! Yeah! Kuddos to me. Even though no one really reads them anymore...*sadness* oh well, today is a great day. It's friday. This week has seemed so so so so so long! MAN! But, we have a three day weekend and very little homework. We were supposed to go to Lawrence tonight, but I don't think we will. (Wow, there were a lot of we's in there, I must be getting schitzaphrenic, and there's not a chance I spelled that right.) I really want to see a scary movie tonight, but I don't know if there are any playing and I have no one to go with since most of my friends are chickens. They belong in a barn yard. So I was telling one of my friends about majoring in bio and animal science and he asked me what you could do with that. Without going into great detail the only occupation that came to mind was working at a zoo. He was all," I could see you working at a zoo." Hmm, was that an insult. I don't know, and I'll be frank, no wait, last time I tried that it took me a week to grow my hair back, so I'll be Aley, I don't care. I am in such a great mood, for no apparent reason! It's do cold outside and it looks like it should be warm don't it?! You agree, good, I'm not crazy. I changed my schedule all around for the billionth time but I'm done now. Catering instead of choir, yippie! SOOOO anyway. We must do something ubber fun this weekend y'all! I think I'm going to go to my dad's sometime, cause he needs to change my oil..and I love him and all! lol But I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! CSI last night was SOOOO creepy! This old, fat, rich guy died and he had this room that was a nursery for an adult! He dressed up in diapers and drank from bottles and had a crib and all this and paid this woman to be his "mommy." I won't go into further detail because, yeah it was gross! But the alarming ones are usually the best, without all the alarmingness..ya know? I'm out, cause now I got to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113718141894690683?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113718141894690683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113718141894690683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113718141894690683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113718141894690683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-hair-were-leatherit-would-be-easier.html' title='If hair were leather...it would be easier to braid'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113717935784633935</id><published>2006-01-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:50:06.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?...no, I shalln't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I all alone beweep my outcast state,&lt;br /&gt;And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,&lt;br /&gt;And look upon myself and curse my fate,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,&lt;br /&gt;Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,&lt;br /&gt;Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,&lt;br /&gt;With what I most enjoy contented least;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,&lt;br /&gt;Haply I think on thee, and then my state&lt;br /&gt;(Like to the lark at break of day arising&lt;br /&gt;From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;&lt;br /&gt;From they sweet love remembered such wealth brings&lt;br /&gt;That then I scorn to change my state with kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wrote that!!!! Just kidding. My good friend Shakespeare wrote it and named it Sonnet 29. Actually he didin't name it anything, some one who was not very creative decided on the name most likely. We were reading some sonnets and I really liked this one. And even though it is most likely about a man and a woman, I also thought it could be between a man and God, if you think about it. The guy's all depressed in the beginning (the octave) and he's crying to heaven with no response. He thinks of all the things that everyone else has that he lacks and says even the things he most enjoys don't bring him joy anymore. Then he thinks of the love that he has. I know if I were feeling really bad and I thought about Jesus's love, I would feel so much better, just like this persona does. There is, afterall, no sweeter love than the love of Jesus Christ. I don't know, I just thought it was cool because even though it wasn't really written about that, it could be argued that it applied just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113717935784633935?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113717935784633935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113717935784633935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113717935784633935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113717935784633935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/shall-i-compare-thee-to-summers-dayno.html' title='Shall I compare thee to a summer&apos;s day?...no, I shalln&apos;t!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113700659299465636</id><published>2006-01-11T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:50:19.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicting emotions but not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in a bit of a funk, I have been for a little while now. My friend Gabem is one of my best friends in the entire world. We've been close friends since I was a freshmen. He graduated last year. Gabe's a mormon, as were half of all my male friends before this year. I knew sometime after he graduated he would have to leave for a 2-year mission trip. Secretly I hoped that he would change his mind...or something would happen to make it impossible for him to go. Well, he called me about a week ago and told me he was going to New Zealand for his mission. He leaves less than a month after his 19th birthday. Needless to say I was not as exstatic as he was. I faked some enthusiasm and mainly focused on the fact he was going to New Zealand and nowhere really bad or dangerous. But how could I be excited for him? For one, one of my best friends is leaving for two years with his only communication back home being letters. And secondly, he's going on this trip to convert people to mormonism. I love my mormon friends with all my heart and to be honest, they are the nicest guys, even nicer than a lot of christian guys, without contest. But obviously, I do not believe what they believe. I'd always hoped that someday I could influence Gabe and maybe one day change him. But he'll actually learn what mormonism is about on a mission trip and therefore, I'm out of luck. *sigh* Big funk. At least he doesn't leave until march 8th, so I've still got some time to hang out with him before he leaves. His birthday is coming up, so I want to plan something really cool for his birthday. Any ideas? His birthday just happens to be feb. 10th meaning I'll have 2 birthday presents to plan/buy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I would love some prayer on this subject...pray for Gabe and that God will use me to show him the real way to heaven..and....a miracle! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113700659299465636?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113700659299465636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113700659299465636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113700659299465636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113700659299465636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/conflicting-emotions-but-not-really.html' title='Conflicting emotions but not really'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113683425109866931</id><published>2006-01-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:50:35.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Innocence of Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever wish you were a kid again? I remember growing up, I couldn't wait to be older, in high school actually. Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be in high school, thinking that would be my prime, for some reason. I think its pretty common for kids to wish their childhood away, I know I did. I always wanted to be like my older brother, so no matter how old I was, I always wanted to be at least 2 years older. I remember when my brother was old enough to start having homework, I was so jealous. I wanted to be old enough to have home work because it seemed more grown up. You don't have to tell me, I know I was a wierd kid. I hated being a kid back then, I couldn't wait to grow up...and now....how great would it be to have your biggest concern be whether or not you could stay outside playing hide-and-go-seek until 9 o'clock with the neighborhood kids? I miss those days. My thoughts were consumed by games and family and just having fun, instead of the future and all the superficial things that they seemed to be consumed with now. Hmmmm..... where did all that come from? I don't know. I guess I'm still a wierd one.&lt;br /&gt;So...yesterday was fun. Hanging out at the G's house is always fun. I wish we could have figured out one of those games though. You'd think between Ali, Kat and I, and later Jon, we would have been able to figure out a simple board game! Nope, not the case. Oh well. Poker wasn't too bad either, although that's the fastest I've ever went out before! Man! And I don't think I really taught Ali anything, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Today's been decent so far. I did have a load of trouble staying awake first hour though, in law. It was pretty boring and, I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired, for some odd reason. But I made it, then I got through sr. survey, which seems to go by real fast, thank goodness. I spent my lunch hour in the library, looking stuff up on the net but I couldn't blog because there were library aids in there that would have busted me. And this comp. won't let me comment right now, so sorry guys and gals! I have to do calc. Later days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113683425109866931?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113683425109866931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113683425109866931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113683425109866931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113683425109866931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/innocence-of-youth.html' title='The Innocence of Youth'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113668015666424085</id><published>2006-01-07T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:50:54.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'd love to be able to say that my weekend has been great so far...but I refuse to tell a lie. Yesterday was cool though. I hung out with Rach, Chauntel and her younger brother Conor. We made pizzas, then had a carpet picnic while watching Fern Gully. We watched it b/c it is very hippie like in theory. However, it is super freaky! Have you ever seen it!? I would think it would terrify little kids! Anyway. Then we went to the basement, on post these basements are like dungeons, seriously. But I enjoy that kind of stuff, so I loved it. We had ping pong tournaments and after an hour or so of that and being scared out of out minds when Conor snuck in and turned the lights out on us, we left and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Today...was...not so good. My grandma died on wednesday. It wasn't a surprise or anything and she was at home, surrounded my the people she loved, so as far as all that goes, she was lucky. I wasn't very close to her at all, I used to spend a lot of time there when I was really little but I don't remember that stuff. I remember disapproving of how she treated her animals when I got older which eventually led me to cut out my visits altogether. And she did have something like 30 grandkinds, I was one of the youngest. Anyway, my dad picked us up to go to lunch at a church before the funeral, which all took place in Atchison. The lunch was fine, but I hate going to anything and not recognizing half of my family, which is always what seems to happen to me. I have a HUGE family, more cousins than I can count, but I don't know half of them. I am the youngest there too, so, I guess that could explain some of it, but still. The funeral was nice. I hardly recognized my grandma. I hadn't seen her for a while I guess and she looked so different. My dad was putting on a brave front, which I knew he would, cause he's just great like that. It was funny, on the way up there, we were listening to country, the only thing my daddy listens to. This song came on by my favorite country guy and I asked him if he'd ever heard it. It was about going to heaven and telling the people left behind not to cry or worry about them. My dad made me agree I would sing that at his funeral (which had better be a LONG ways off). They ended up playing that song at my grandma's funeral. It definately had an effect on everyone. My sister and aunt and most of my cousins were crying. And I was just ridden with guilt. I didn't feel like I should cry, because I didn't know or love her as much as they did, so I didn't think it was right. Then I felt guilty for not crying b/c everyone else was. Then I felt guilty for not knowing her and loving her like they all did. But I guess that's not my fault. It was an intense day. A lot more emotions than I planned on. I thought I would be fine, just there to comfort my dad, but that wasn't really the case. Anyway, the cerimony was nice, like I said. Then my dad took us all out for ice cream and then took us home.&lt;br /&gt;Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113668015666424085?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113668015666424085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113668015666424085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113668015666424085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113668015666424085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/bonjour-yall.html' title='Bonjour Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113648816602338767</id><published>2006-01-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:51:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Smupdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sooo, hmmm, lets see here, what can I talk about with my faithful blog visiters.....ok. So, last night was, to my utmost suprise, a lot of fun! I am usually not a huge sports fan...well, I take that back, I'm not a huge television football fan. I love watching tennis on tv, but no other sports but I like watching other sports in person. Making any sense? no. That's ok. Anyway, last night was fun and MAN that pizza was yummy! Even better than my homemade veggie pizza! lol Seriously, my pizza is really good.&lt;br /&gt;I had a ton of class changes..some for the better, some for the worse. I got in choir, after a week of playing hide-and-go-seek with the choir teacher to get an audition. Then I did fine and I got in...unfortunately. Yeah, I spent the first 20 minutes of my first class listening to these two girls discuss their...boyfriend situations, but with WAY too many details for the poor overhearer (me) being forced to listen simply due to the fact I was in earshot. So I was a tad discouraged. Then the song we're working on was HORRIBLE!!! UGLY SONG!!!! Oh man! And half the time we were singing, people were talking and walking around. I mean, I figured since you had to audition to get into the class, all the people wanted to be there...apparently I was wrong...very wrong. *sigh* oh well, enough venting. I'll make it. The bright side of my schedule changes was no more AP English. I've gone from the hardest english class to the easiest and its awesome! I don't think senior survey will be as boring as I thought, which is always a plus. Switching lunches was kind of a bumber, but I found people to sit with. I marvel at how terrifying it is to go into a lunch you're not sure if you know anyone in. You run the risk of sitting by yourself and being dumbed a complete loser....just because of a lunch time change! It's positively insane! But, I lucked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113648816602338767?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113648816602338767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113648816602338767&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113648816602338767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113648816602338767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-smupdate.html' title='Update Smupdate'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113625259053229261</id><published>2006-01-02T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:51:21.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went on this rockin' adventure today...ok, so I'm no Huck Finn, but it was cool. Rach and I set out in search of coffee since EVERYWHERE is closed because its a holiday and all. We went to Platte...closed. Then we went to the scary gas station before the narrow bridge, fill up the car and set out. We had found the commercial section of parkville but never the cool part, the downtown part. But we found it finally! It was sooo cool, even though most of it was closed. We found this insanely cool science store and played around in there for a bizzillion minutes. Still no coffee though. Then we went to the used to be "Hen House" and Price Chopper had taken over and....*dun dun dun* gotten rid of the Starbucks! *GASP* I know, that realization was scarier than a horror movie climax scene. So we were forced to go to Barista's. But it was fun and we found some awesome coffee houses, restraunts and shops to check out in parkville. And some groovy middle of nowheres we need to go exploring when it gets warmer. The science lady chic told us about this place by the river where you can find all kinds of things, even fossils and stuff that the river washes up! COOOL! I know, exactly what I was thinking! So, not a bad day....and unlike all of you, I get to do something fun tomorrow too!!!! YAY!!! TONS of rejoicing! Have fun in school everyone! lol Ok, I"ll be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Tennis was so fabulous last night! I wasn't as rusty as I thought I would be, as rusty as I should have been for no playing for probably six months. But it was good, felt awesome, man I love that game! Then we watched Moulin Rouge at Chauntel's and aside from having to explain this ridiculously hard to follow movie, it was good. I had a hard time not quoting or singing witht the whole thing. It was SOOO hard! lol&lt;br /&gt;G2G, we're going to have a Scrabble Tournament, I think. Wish me luck Peace Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113625259053229261?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113625259053229261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113625259053229261&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113625259053229261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113625259053229261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-on-this-rockin-adventure-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113609558272901433</id><published>2005-12-31T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:51:38.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113609558272901433?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113609558272901433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113609558272901433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113609558272901433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113609558272901433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113590758203149577</id><published>2005-12-29T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:51:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Super quick update, just for the sake of updating! So Christmas was great! I got $, always good, Switchfoot and Coldplay's new cds (or recent cds) Amity Ville Horror, super awesome movie you guys, its really not that scary, a John Lennon book (why you ask?because he ROCKS, except the whole Yoko thing) and some other stuff. I LOVED the church service, it was soooo cool! Tons of singing and Tim and Pastor Dave rockin' out (probably wrong choice of verb usage there) on the trumpets! It really was awesome! Then I went home and hung out, slept the afternoon away, and then went to the Griffiths for dinner. I finally got to learn how to play Texas Hold 'em, which...to be honest, isn't as great as I had anticipated. I prefer more traditional poker by a long shot. But it was cool hanging out! Then we went shopping monday and I got *trumpet sounds* The Best of the Who!!!! Fo SHO! TIzzite! and a pretty awesome christian cd, I love the "W's" they are sooo cool! Then I hung at home on tuesday. Wednesday I was dying, from what I'm not sure, but I really felt like I was dying, it sucked! Today was ok. Went to Weston with Rach and we make organic tacos for din din, hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it, they are SOO yummy! And now we're waiting for our tie-dyes to get done so we can write on them. Mine's going to say "Jesus Freak" on the front and have a big peace sign on the back! It's gonna rock! But CSI is almost on so, I'm out yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113590758203149577?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113590758203149577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113590758203149577&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113590758203149577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113590758203149577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-quick-update-just-for-sake-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113517603568190873</id><published>2005-12-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:52:14.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il y a un pamplemousse dans la frigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've only got one final left today! yay! Can't you feel the excitement. But I've got soooo much stuff to do after school! I have to go on a mini shopping spree, get my gift for tonight plus a few assorted others. Then, I'm still planning on bringing something edible tonight, but I might not have time for that, so we'll see. Then go over to Ali's and cook cook cook! I'm assuming my friends will want to do something after school...but I'm not sure they will want to include me. I've felt so out of the circle here lately, it really makes me want to cry. It's how it was before, when I had just become friends with Rach and Chaunty again and they were closer to each other than they were to me. And I know it's partially my fault, they hate all the time I spend doing church related stuff, and they're trying to understand, but it's just not going too well. I know I've been super busy with church stuff and that's not going to change, I don't want it to, I just hope they don't exclude me altogether, because that would break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...thursday will be busy too. I've never been one of those crazy, last minute shoppers but this year school stuff has forced me to be one. I have to finish all my shopping pretty much, I can do a little on friday. Then I'm going shopping for clothes to wear to the Christmas party and I need to go get all the stuff for what I'm making for the Christmas party, gifts and to take to my daddy's on Christmas Eve. But it'll be fun, I love Christmas time so much, I just wish I'd have had more time to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113517603568190873?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113517603568190873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113517603568190873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113517603568190873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113517603568190873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-y-un-pamplemousse-dans-la-frigo.html' title='Il y a un pamplemousse dans la frigo!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113509917760158281</id><published>2005-12-20T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:52:28.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate?....probably not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so yeah, I'm bored! I'm starving on top of it all and I still have 40 minutes until lunch! So I'm going to tell a story, I think it's kinda wierd, and I don't know if I've ever told you guys about it before, but I think it just goes to prove that God has a plan for all of us and He will help us follow that plan in...unusual ways. The story is about my first visit to Vineyard. *Ahem* &lt;--clearning throat. Zach had been planning on us going to this lock in thing at a church down town (b/c he knew Jenny and Lance). I had been trying to get some one, ANYONE to go to this awesome sounding Christian coffee house for months, but no one ever wanted to go and I was too shy to go by myself. The lock in fell on the same night as our Easter performance. I was singing and most of the youth group was there. After the performance, I was ready to go home. I had been toying with the idea of not going to this lock in that I had been planning on going to. I hadn't brought anything to the church with me, so I just told Zach and the others going, that I was just going to go home, I was simply too tired to go to some church lock in thingy. So I was standing around talking to some of the others who didn't go, and just people who had come to the performance, and I just kept thinking about the lock in. I was thinking "it's probably going to be super lame, and there won't be anyone there around my age except the people from Wallula, and the people in charge will be old and boring and..." then I would think "...but maybe not, maybe it would be a blast and if I don't go, granted I'll never know, I'll have missed out on something really great!" Sounds wierd right!? I know! But that really was what was going through my mind. So I decided I would go and check it out, stay for an hour or so and then leave. I took some of the rest of the girls with me and we headed down to Vineyard. And the rest is history. We ended up having so much fun we stayed all night. And to tell the truth, it was Luke and Bob who caused me to want to go to youth group there. They seemed so cool (then I got to know them....j/k...and I found out they were even cooler than I had thought! lol) . We decided that we would start going down there for their youth group since our's was sunday nights so it wouldn't interfere. And we did. So, there's the story. I just find it SO funny and completely wierd, after everything, and considering how we all are now, that I almost didn't go, but there was this little voice (not really, I'm not insane) that made me think "if you don't go, even though you won't know it, you'll regret it!" And I would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113509917760158281?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113509917760158281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113509917760158281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113509917760158281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113509917760158281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/fateprobably-not.html' title='Fate?....probably not'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113509667410652105</id><published>2005-12-20T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:52:40.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are finally almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of my hard finals are over (calc and physics) so I'm happy. Now I have french and english..language ones, hmmm. Oh well, they'll be a piece of chocolate (which is better than cake because cake is not always chocolate and chocolate is better by itself than it is in a cake). I'm in leadership now, we're watching "Holes" which I've already seen and always makes me super thirsty, so I am not going to watch. My friend Jared just delivered a Carol gram and did John Lennon's "The War is Over" song, which I love. He did pretty well. But I love that song, I don't care who does it. John's is the best though. Ok, I'm rambling. Speaking of singing, I was supposed to audition yesterday for our chior director to get into chior. Well, she never was in her room and I waited until almos 3:00 then I got bored and left. And I'm a little concerned now because my throats getting all eweying and I hope I can sing well today, if I do it today. OH well, it doesn't take much to get into our high school chior. Ok, I'm out. Stay cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113509667410652105?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113509667410652105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113509667410652105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113509667410652105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113509667410652105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/finals-are-finally-almost-over.html' title='Finals are finally almost over'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113476005416567620</id><published>2005-12-16T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:52:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I will not bring you a Shrubbery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's official, The Knights who say "essay exam" no longer have mind-altering powers over me! And there was much rejoicing *ya*. Actually, the test went ok. I explained the pagan and Christian influences in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and That Hideous Strength. Not to jinx it, but I think I did pretty well, especially considering I didn't really read the book half the essay was over. Big wight lifted off my shoulders. *huge bolder falls to ground* Then we went singing for old people again. That was..ok. But I got to go home for lunch, yum. Now, I'm in seminar, we're having a Christmas party, there's food, music, the whole shabang. And here I sit, being anti-social. lol. I'm going to go search the net for recipes of something cool to make for tonight. Later y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113476005416567620?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113476005416567620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113476005416567620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113476005416567620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113476005416567620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-i-will-not-bring-you-shrubbery.html' title='NO, I will not bring you a Shrubbery!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113474300430440062</id><published>2005-12-16T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:53:06.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hocho! I want Hocho!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I almost froze to death last night ringing bells, but I didn't so, I guess that's a good thing! Then I went to Hardee's or whatever it is you wierdos call it, and got food, which dripped all over me! Then I found a hair in it! EWWWW! But then I met up with Ali and Hayden and we went to PR to see the G guys in the band. They were great, and so was Erica. David was entertaining as always. Speaking of David and entertaining :"Are you retarded?!" hahahahhahahaha, classic! I did find a summary on "That Hideous Strength" kind of, I think I understand it a little, maybe enough to bs an essay next hour..I hope so! Oh halariouis story! I was in physics yesterday talking to my friend Diana and our teacher, Mr. Pretz came over to talk to us. Diana was talking to him about objectives (which are little tests we take over the chapters, which we can retake as many times as we need to to pass them). She was like "so you're not going to be here tomorrow right?" Mr. Pretz was puzzled. They argued for a moment. Then Diana pressed on, "you said you had to go to...your neice's recital..or something like that.." The puzzled look remained on Pretz's face. Then it changed. "Oh, you're thinking of the doctor on Grey's Anatomy!" Diana exclaim, "Yeah!!! That's it!" I love Diana to death, but how on earth do you get so mixed up as to confuse your older, white, short, bearded teacher, with a young, black, tall, shaven man on tv?! I died laughing! Tears were pooring down my face! Then both Mr. Pretz and I told everyone! Poor Diana, she's a good sport though. If you don't find that funny, you have no sense of humor...or you needed to be there, but trust me, it was halarious! Speaking of humor, we had a presentation yesterday in psychology about men and women and humor. She said women use humor (among other women) to bond and men use humor (among other men) to put them down. lol. It made me laugh how true that is for most people. My friends behind me were saying they were cracking up b/c they knew it was so true, they put each other down all the time and it's histerical! It was a pretty interesting report. She went on to talk about how men and women use and relate to humor between each other. Pretty interesting and very true. Maybe I'll enlighten you all later, but now I have to study for my essay exam. How do you study for an essay exam you may ask (and Jon did)? First you become the teacher. I'm thinking of all the ways I can make my students' lives miserable as I type. Now, I'm going to go read horrible books and scare people, so that I can really get into her mind. Later guys! See you..some of you at the worship practice (Ali and I get to cook!) and I'll see the rest of you, probably, at Ali and Hayden's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12:4-6&lt;br /&gt;Now there are different kinds of spiritual gifts, but it is the same Holy Spirit who is the source of them all. There are different kinds of service in the church, but it is the same Lord we are serving. There are different ways God works in our lives, but it is the same God who does the work through all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113474300430440062?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113474300430440062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113474300430440062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113474300430440062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113474300430440062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/hocho-i-want-hocho.html' title='Hocho! I want Hocho!!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113457124065269650</id><published>2005-12-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:53:20.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Fire Swamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Westley&lt;/span&gt;: A few more steps and we’ll be safe in the fire swamp.&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: We’ll never survive!&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: Nonsense! You’re only saying that because no one ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviemistakes.com/name2053"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Westley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: Westley, what about the R.O.U.S.'s? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000144/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Westley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Immediately, an R.O.U.S. attacks him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Humperdinck: Surrender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000144/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Westley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little humor to start the day off. I'm taking some of Cody's "how to be funny" advice: using stuff that makes me laugh. *sigh* I love that movie!&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway...I've been working on my AP English project and that's my movie, however, I'm saddened because we do it today and then I have no logical reason to spend so much time reading all the quotes. Logical...when have I ever been logical!? *and there was much rejoicing* *yay* I'm almost afraid to watch the rest of the presentations, one of the last ones used God as a character and had him cussing! Needless to say I was dumbfounded! They've done it in both presentations they've done, well not the cussing part, but using God as a character. I guess they do it because the teacher always laughs at that type of humor. Users! *rolls eyes* people....&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking so much lately, I have so much crud to get done before next wednesday..not just school stuff, but Christmas stuff too. I have to study for finals, I have two papers due, and essay exam (we are the knights who say "essay exam!") and finish a 4oo page book by friday...I'm on page 125 I think. Yep...BIG procrastinator. I looked in the dictionary yesterday and found my picture right under the definition. Then there's Christmas stuff, which I actually enjoy and have'nt been putting off on purpose, I just haven't had time to do it. I usually make Christmas cards for everyone at school I talk to at all. I haven't yet. Our tree isn't even up. I haven't gone Christmas shopping yet. I haven't picked out the recipes for the unthinkably large amount of baked goods I make for people during the holidays. I'll be spending all of thrusday and friday in the kitchen before Christmas, which I LOVE! Christmas music (don't mock) and sugary goodness all around me. I can't think of anything better. And I'm so glad we have church on Christmas! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Christmas break! I'm about ready to go crazy! I think that no one should have homework around this time of year (or ever) because we have so much more important things to do. Ok, new subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency worship practice went pretty well last night. We got a lot accomplished and I love the songs we picked out. I thought at first I didn't know them, turns out I knew them all I just hadn't heard them for a long time. Other than Wallula songs, I haven't really heard a ton of others, and they only played about 50 songs altogether. So....yeah..not completely my fault. I'm glad Ali knows more of them than me, so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going Christmas caroling at the nursing homes for leadership class today, as sad as it is, I'm kind of excited about it. I love caroling! yay! Later peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113457124065269650?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113457124065269650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113457124065269650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113457124065269650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113457124065269650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/dreaded-fire-swamp.html' title='The Dreaded Fire Swamp'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113439932294284261</id><published>2005-12-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:53:34.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE this song by Building 429!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunrise on Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finds me right where I watched it set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the night inside myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I haven’t found me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I’m not running from you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not running from you anymore, no not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I believe that when I call for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You hear the plea for my rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And You lift me up above the world I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know that when I speak Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You hear my voice and send your saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To cover me in the shadow of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got caught in the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause they never fail to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m insecure and incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a stinging point of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I will never find the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Until I find myself in You, I’ll find myself in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (my favorite part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113439932294284261?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113439932294284261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113439932294284261&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113439932294284261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113439932294284261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/shadow-of-angels.html' title='Shadow of Angels'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113439888602501145</id><published>2005-12-12T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:53:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious reduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to try my hardest to make this post shorter than have been my norm lately, because apparently they are too long and no one reads them....kind of a waste of my time then aren't they!? lol. Ok so, short recap of this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went Christmas light...looking, I guess, for lack of a better verb. We went up on post and marveled at all the beautiful lights and huge colonial houses. WOW! And drank candy cane lattes (JC you'd love them! lol).&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Narnia was really really really good. I would go see it again if the opportunity arose. then I went to Ali's and ate taco stuff, yum! And we "watched" A Knight's Tale. Although not really, we talked through the whole thing. We were just passing time until we went to the Griffiths' house. So we did the whole "girl talk" thing, which was good. Then we went to the G's house and just hung out for a while. Pictionary was a blast, even though I almost had a heart attack those last 3 minutes b/c we were SOOOO close to winning! Grrr Hayden and Tim! Oh well, there's always next year, as they say. I guess they say that. Don't really know who they are..anyway (*keep it short!!*) Trying to get Ali's car unstuck was fun, for us sitting in the car watching anyway. lol. Thanks guys, you rock! I was soo tired by the time I got home. Plus I was totally freaked out (not scared by) the story Luke told us about the clown midget. Have I mentioned I HATE clowns....no..well, I do! I HATE them! So, luckily I have my big, mean, viscious guard dog sleeping in my room to protect me. (Ha, Zoe would probably lead them right to me and expect some sort of treat for it!)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Usual sunday...church was good. Then I did homework all afternoon. I did learn an important lesson though..I am horrible at sock puppetry. I can not make a good sock puppet for the life of me. No, really. If some one was holding a gun to my head and my life could only be saved with my making a decent sock puppet, I would be dead before I even started! I am that bad! Oh well, you can't be good at EVERYTHING right? (lol, j/k, I'm not egotistical I promise!) Worship was fun...maybe too much fun. We didnt' really get a lot done but, who cares, we got enough. And everyone was in a good mood, I commend the lifeguards! You guys have nerves of steel!&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, this is getting sorta long, so I'm ending it there. OH wait. Funny thing happened this morning. I know how Ali feels and I never thought I'd say that, not for this anyway. I'm walking upstairs this morning at school. And this guy almost runs me over, like he doesn't even see me. When we're like face to face (actually it was more face to chest, he was pretty tall) he looks down and notices he almost killed me! Of course this is LHS so he didn't say excuse me or anything, but I've never had that happen before. Some one not seeing me because they were looking over my head. Wierd I know. So I sympathize Ali. Later homies. Peace to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113439888602501145?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113439888602501145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113439888602501145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113439888602501145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113439888602501145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/serious-reduction.html' title='Serious reduction'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113408119327007081</id><published>2005-12-08T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:54:00.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...FO REAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone! So yesterday morning was interesting...want to hear about it? Ok, you convinced me! I was running late..as usual, since its usual I guess its not really late...ok, so I was running on time and I had coffee and everything and I went to pull out of my drive way. Now, mind you, my low battery light had come on the day before, I just hadn't called my daddy to come and fix it since he wouldn't be able to come until this weekend anyway. My truck's a warrior, I figured it could make it. But it made a liar out of me that morning. My lights wouldn't even come on, well, they were on but they were so dim I couldn't see anything and it was making this horrible noise, like if I made it go anywhere, it was going to run me over and kill me dead as soon as I got out. So I went inside and waited for my mom to get around to taking me to school. Totally embarrassing being a senior, and having to be dropped off by my mommy. But no one was around so it was fine. I got to class late, but we don't start until around 8 anyway now with channel 1 news and all. But my seat in calc was taken so I had to sit behind this kid who likes me and always bugs me. Luckily he wasn't too bad that morning. Crazy morning!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was alright though, even though I had to skip lunch to work on my french project that needed to be finnished by last hour cause I was presenting...yeah...I am the BIGGEST procrastinator in the world! So I got yelled at for working on my poster during psych. but it was no biggy. Actually, I was multi-tasking, because we were watching a video on depression, which I find all that stuff fasinating. We watched a scitzophrenia video the day before and it was really interesting too. I think if a science major doesn't work out for me I might do psychology cause I really am interested in all that mental disorder stuff (wierd I know) plus I could help people, which is the real reason I'm into it. Anyway, then I went to french and my presentation was pretty good. One of my friends did her presentation on a french designer. Well, she had a power point and she made this runway and had all these model pictures walking down it. She told me she had a surprise for me in her presentation. So I'm looking at this picture thinking, man that chic looks familiar. IT WAS ME!! She had pasted my face on a model's body! I was cracking up! And it was one of my 8th grade pictures so my hair was blonde, which looked so bad! But it was funny. Especially since I wasn't the only one in the room to become a model on her power point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a...SNOW DAY!!!! I was so happy! I got to sleep in. Although, I was kind of sad. My mom got a call last night saying we weren't going to have school. So I knew last night. Good, cause I got to sleep in uninterrupted. But I love getting up at 6:00, turning on the news and finding out its a snow day. Then I do my happy dance and go back to bed. There was no happy dance this way. *sniffle* Oh well, still a good day. I did homework, my psychology paper on pet therapy, which I am an expert on myself, so writing the paper is a piece of chocolate cake! Then I watched a movie with ma mere, went to the Harbor with my frineds (man Ali, I got h.c. with irish creme, how can you drink that?!?! It was SOOOO sweet!) Then we walked around down town, nothing really to do. And now I'm at my neighbor's house to turn up her heat. She's stuck at her mom's house where she goes to college in a little one horse town called Hombolt. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo sad about youth group. I had been looking forward to it all day. But I spent a long time last night reading my Bible before I went to bed. I stayed up later cause I knew we weren't going to have school even before they called it. I read some good stuff! Big shock right, I mean, its the BIBLE!!! lol. Anyway, I'm off now, I don't know if we have voice practice tonight or not..hope so. I want to go sledding REAL BAD, worse than Napolian's lips hurt, but there are no hills around here that don't lead to a busy street...hmmm...j/k. That would be bad. So I'll see everyone saturday! YAY! Salute mes amis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113408119327007081?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113408119327007081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113408119327007081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113408119327007081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113408119327007081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...FO REAL!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113389141654693657</id><published>2005-12-06T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:07:17.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy turn of events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is so wierd. I'm sitting here, in my old middle school, in my old science room, with my favorite teacher...yeah, wierd. We have to come over here for leadership class, we're supposed to be tutoring, which I'm all for, but they have an off schedule today, so they don't really need us. So The Coolest Teacher In The World is letting me hang out in here. Which is also kind of wierd because before I knew we were coming here today, I was planning on doing another post, and now I am...just in a different school. Hmmm. Then I get to go home for lunch and then its back to LHS for seminar. Pretty cool day thus far, I have had nothing to do. Plus I talked to my guidence couselor and worked on my schedule for next semester. I think it'll look like this:&lt;br /&gt;A-1: Calc&lt;br /&gt;A-2: Physics&lt;br /&gt;A-3: Chior (that's new)&lt;br /&gt;A-4: French IV&lt;br /&gt;B-1: Law&lt;br /&gt;B-2: Sr. Survey (that's new too)&lt;br /&gt;B-3: Teacher Helper&lt;br /&gt;B-4: Seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that will be so much better than it is now. I get in chior and out of AP English! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have great news! I think it is anyway! Actually only my mom, Luke, and my guidence counselor know about it as of right now. I got my acceptance letter from William Jewell yesterday! The guy from the addmissions office called me too. They're giving me $8,000 a year as it is, but that still leaves a lot to be paid for. I do qualify for the chance to get a full ride. Only four people get it, so cross your fingers for me, no, better yet, pray for me. I'm leaning more towards William Jewell now. I've been trying not to let the sentimental stuff get to me; the leaving all the people I know behind and moving so far away (to CO). But I don't know. I'd just miss so many people. And all you guys (the y.g.), well most anyway are planning to go to KU, and I don't want to be so far away that I get totally excluded from the group after high school. Plus I could come back and visit all the time next year if I go to WJC. But the big clencher is the fact that its Baptist. And smaller. But mostly the baptist part! I always planned on going to a christian college and this way, I get the best of both worlds. I get the education of a tradtional college but with the christian atmosphere. Plus there will be plenty of christians there I am assuming. (Ok if you haven't figured it out, I'm just trying to convince myself, this is for my own benefit, not yours, so you don't have to read all that, but since I put this at the bottom I guess you do!) Either way, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having such a hard time getting my point across to people lately, people that don't understand what I mean. I keep using the term "christian" wrong. I know, you're thinking, what a wierdo, who doesn't know how to use the term "christian" correctly. But the thing is, I know what it means to be a christian (to believe in Christ and accept him as your savior and Lord) but I have a hard time believing people that say they are when they don't act like it. They talk the talk but they, in no way, shape, or form, walk to the walk. And I'm only talking about those who do things that don't please God all the time. Those who only come to church for some reasons not involving God at all, and I'm not neccesarily even talking about anyone at our church, or anyone I know. But I shoot my mouth off, using the term "christian" as some one who lives a life with God's influence. Then I have to explain, "Ok, well, no, I mean a devoted chrisitian. I know none of us are perfect, but we try not to sin right? I don't really consider those who sin all the time and don't even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to stop real christians. Or should I say, devoted christians. Maybe I just shouldn't talk..ever. I come acrossed sounding all high and mighty like I don't sin so I'm a real christian but everyone who does bad things aren't. And that's not it at all. Hmm, so difficult. So, I'm going to work on that. Christian does not = devoted christian....I'm going home to eat lunch, later guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113389141654693657?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113389141654693657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113389141654693657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113389141654693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113389141654693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-turn-of-events.html' title='Crazy turn of events'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113388172828081102</id><published>2005-12-06T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:03:20.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Titleless Post...wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recap of my weekend (even though most of you were there):&lt;br /&gt;Friday was flippin' awesome! Ali and I went to PR for the basketball game and hung out with the G's and Cody and David. Ah, the helium was SOO funny. It really was a ton of fun, more fun than I usually have at a basketball game. Except the pasta salad suckers...lol. So then we went back to the G's house. Then 20 minutes later Ali and I went into the G's house. Man we were dumb! But it was funny, so its all good. I think I need to watch the 3rd LOTR again, because I was SOO tired the movie didn't seem that great. Plus trying to keep Tim quiet and figure out what the delusional from sleep J.C. was talking about, was even more tiring. Ali and I got back to my house around 3 in the AM. Wow. Luckily my mom's a hard sleeper and I didn't get questions about what time I got home until the morning. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Ali and I got hocho and them went to watch all the guys play football. It was SOOOO cold. Oh man! But we laughed, mostly at K^2 (K squared). Then we went back to Ali's and waited for the guys to call us about Zona Rosa. So we went to Zona Rosa and pretty much just hung out, since I don't think any of us bought anything to great, except for David and his $40 hoodie! Crazy guy! It was also fun ( I need to come up with a new adjective) and I'm glad we didn't go to McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was..ok. Church was good. Worship went well, I guess...Then I did homework all afternoon. Worship practice was..unusual and short. Hopefully we'll have a little more energy on wednesday. I don't have much time right now so, I'll write more later, maybe something worth reading. I have about 5 minutes left, so I'm out until (hopefully) 3rd hour. Later days guys. Well, actually, later &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113388172828081102?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113388172828081102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113388172828081102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113388172828081102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113388172828081102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/titleless-postwait.html' title='The Titleless Post...wait...'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113354473122079355</id><published>2005-12-02T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:03:39.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at&lt;br /&gt;*us*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fezzik: He's really very short&lt;br /&gt;on *charm*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fezzik: Yes, yes,&lt;br /&gt;some of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vizzini: Enough of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there&lt;br /&gt;rocks ahead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vizzini: No more rhymes now,&lt;br /&gt;I mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vizzini:&lt;br /&gt;DYEEAAHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Yeah, I get to do Princess Bride in our group project for AP English. I know you have no idea what I'm talking about but it's good, so just smile and nod.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001597/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001597/"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113354473122079355?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113354473122079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113354473122079355&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113354473122079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113354473122079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-my-name-is-inigo-montoya.html' title='Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya...'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113353542845970718</id><published>2005-12-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:04:02.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, I know, I have been slacking majorly on all things related to posting, on this one and the xf verse o' da days. SO sorry. Please forgive me. Actually, I don't need your forgiveness I have God's! j/k well, I do, but not that I don't need anyone elses...*is confusing self* Lets see, I actually do have stuff to talk about. Oh, I have a little venting to do too. So, I was in english with The Crazy Teacher, yup, that's her name. We were talking about wars and dying or something, I don't member, but she made the comment, almost like it was wrong, that more lives have been lost in the name of God than all the other wars combined. True or not, so what!? Can you think of any reason more worthy of giving your life than God? I sure can't! I wanted to jump out of my seat and say all that, but because of my passive nature, I refrained. Had one of my peers said that, I would have, maybe, but not The Crazy Teacher. She bashes christianity all the time, mainly catholocism, which is still a denomination of christianity, so therefore, she's still bashing christianity. GRRR. It erks me! But then I learned something I found quite interesting and will make you all 10x smarter...or seem smarter....hmmm. Anyway, Merlin, the wizard in the Arthurian Legends was actually created by a monk! Crazy huh? This magical character was created by a catholic monk. Why you ask? Because during the time these legends were constructed the world, well England, was in an inbetween time, inbetween paganism and christianity. Monks were the only ones who could write and were therefore the ones who wrote all these ancient tales down on paper. They could change it anyway they wanted to, so they added Christianity to the stories (yay, go monks!) but also kept some pagan stuff in them so as not to scare away the new found Christians still holding on the their last bit of paganism. Did anyone already know that? Liars!&lt;br /&gt;Youth group went well. Worship went pretty good I think. Lately Luke's messages have been applying to me so much, its freaky! Its like he's reading my mind and talking about it...*suspicous look for Luke* No, its actually really awesome because I need that perspective on that stuff. I'm always on that spriitual high Luke was talking about wednesday after a retreat thing and I always think, this time it'll be different, but it never is. I always start out real strong, then I kind of taper off, and feel guilty for losing my enthusiasm so I just stop trying, thinking it pointless because I'm just going through the motions. So I'm glad Luke addressed that for me. Thanks Luke!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had worship practice. Eric is awesome! He is helping me so much, especially with harmony, since I'm horrible at it! So I get to lead worship on sunday *is freaked out beyond compare* I really am kind of worried, its a little intimidating. So, pray about that..unless of course you want me to mess up so you can have a good laugh...mean people! j/k&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my application to William Jewell college! YAY!!! Now I have CSU and KU to work on. *sigh* one down, two to go. Or so I thought. Then I get this call from MCC, whom I have expressed an interest in before when I was planning on going to KState and MCC. I told them I was no longer interested....but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I still wasn't sure. I had always planned on going to a Christian college, at least as a dual enrollee. Not only to get a good, solid, Christian education but also to meet other Christians. I'm only going to marry a Chrisitian so where better to find a nice Christian boy to marry than in a Christian college? I don't know. If I go to William Jewell, its no big deal. It isnt a christian college, persay, but the beliefs of the college are baptist and religion is a major offered. If I go to CSU...total party school. What if I can't find any Christians? Where am I going to meet a nice Christian boy to marry!? I know, I WAY over think everything! But...I think Christmas time always makes me think about love and all that jazz (yes, I know, it seems like I think about it all the time, but not entirely true.) I did, about 2 months ago, after that lesson we had on dating, decide that I was going to abandon my thoughts of missionary dating that I've always wanted to do. I was always attracted to those guys that weren't christians but seemed to have potential if given the right influence. No more! I told my friends about this decision and they told me I was being close minded and thought it was a crazy, drastic thing to do but...I don't. I'm glad I decided that. Only Christian boys now! They're better anyway! Besides dating can lead to marriage right? Don't want to fall for a non-christian and then have to tell him "sorry dude, you're not a christian, I can't marry you!" I'm rambling. Love is complicated. Hard to discuss, especially not knowing who is going to read this and how they might take it. But my outlook on love has improved greatly since my last post about it. But I've been in a great mood lately, so its fitting. Not sure why I've been in a great mood lately...probably because I saw Monty Python and now I know what everyone's talking about! NEEE! Yup, that must be it. Ok, I'm out, I'll try and keep up on this thing a little better...key word TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113353542845970718?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113353542845970718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113353542845970718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113353542845970718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113353542845970718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/12/posting-time.html' title='Posting Time!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113318890455475101</id><published>2005-11-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:04:17.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DO NOT love technology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHH! Dumb computer almost wouldn't let me post! But I mastered it, stupid piece of gar-bage! Anyway, wow, I have a lot to cover, so sit tight, this is going to be a long ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday-Hmm, can I remember back this far. Ali and I sang..I think. I was in one heck of a crappy mood, not sure why, it had just been one of those days. It was like satan was sitting on top of me hammering me with a meat tenderizer. Anyway, Luke prayed for me, which really helped alot, I felt a ton better the rest of the evening. Plus playing mad libs with the gang didn't hurt. So wednesday turned out to be a pretty groovy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday(Thanksgiving)-Lunch was great. My mom and I made some kickin' food and we didn't burn or undercook anything this year. Go us! Then I went to my dad's house. This is when all the fun began. *rolls eyes* Upon my arrival I was greeted with clouds of smoke throughout the house. My dad, being the piro he is, had accidentally (ok, right, like anyone would do it on purpose) set the house on fire. Luckily it was no biggy and it was out by the time we got there, but the smoke was still very present. I helped my stepmom out a little with the ridiculous amount of food that needed to be prepared then kind of got pushed out of the kitchen when my elder female relatives arrived. So I kind of just stood there, trying to look useful. The dinner was great, although we had WAY too much food. I ate so many appetizers by the time the food was done, so was I. But I did manage to eat this AMAZING sweet potatoe stuff my stepmom makes! Oh man that stuff is good! There were 35 people there. Yeah, that's a lot. Lots of kids. And I'm the youngest of all the cousins, which is good sometimes but really stinks other times. I spent most of the evening hanging out with my older cousin, whom I never see. He's so awesome and we're so much alike. It's a pitty we only see each other once every 3 or 4 years or so. I really do love big family things, but they always kind of upset me because I always realize how not-close I am to a big part of my family. I don't even recognize half of my first cousins, let alone the ones after that. I'm horribly jealous of people with really close families, you know, close outside the immediate family. But as much as I love them all, being around them also makes me realize, to an extent, how much I don't want to be like a lot of them. I don't think any of them live a Christian life, which saddens me, but even outside that, there's a lot of things they do and are, I don't want to be. But I think its good to be around what you don't want to be so you will never forget you don't want to be it...(make sense?) There was your philosophy lesson for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-I went to Barnes and Noble on Barry Rd. in the afternoon. Rach and I had coffee (peppermint mochas) and look through this (borrowing a phrase from J.C.) "flippin' awesome" Hippie book. George Harrison was the best speaker in the world. All his quotes were so deep and just *sigh* fabulous! After eating a little dinner I headed out to the Griffith's house. Seriously guys, I had SO much fun! Four-wheeler tag was so much fun. I haven't climbed a tree in forever! The hay bail attacked my side *ouch* but its ok, I forgave it. That old shack was awesome. As Cody and I were standing down there waiting for everyone to get down there, I was totally picturing a potential horror movie plot. "Two teens out in the woods, in the dark, far enough away, no one could hear them scream, and suddenly" then some horrible creature or phycopathic murderer emerges from the woods and kills us! Luckily, that didn't happen. Let's see, what happened after that...then I went back outside and swung...swang...swinged..whatever! Then...I watched Cody and J.C. skateboard, which, anything they do is impressive to me, I can't even stand on the thing and make it move 2 feet without falling off. J.C. made us some rockin' cocoa and then we all just stayed inside and hung out. Yep, tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Walked Zoe up to St. Mary's to watch the guys play football. It was slightly boring until Ali got there. Zoe had a blast though, she was exhausted when I took her home. Movie night was great. Madagascar was so funny. "I like to move it, move it.." but I have to say I really enjoyed Monty Python more. I'm so glad I finally know what everyone is talking about with all those quotes...and find them halarious! "Neee!!" "Cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring!" But I think my favorite was the killer bunny part. I was crying I was laughing so hard. "What's he gonna do, nibble your bum?" Oh wow! SOOO funny! So, yeah, I really liked the movie, which kind of suprised me. I used to hate movies with that sort of humor, but I think hanging out with the group that I do now...has corrupted my humor. But its all good. So, movie night, big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Church was great. Lots of movies! Braveheart, LOTR (no Arigorn...*sniffle*) AND Nemo! The guest preacher was really good too. Worship went...ok. I screwed up the very first line in the very first song. Oh, wait, maybe nobody caught that! Gar *kicks self* why did I have to say that, now everyone will know! Anyway, Eric said he's going to teach me and Jube "real" three part harmony next week, which I'm excited about. But that means practice on thursday, meaning no CSI party, meaning my best friend may be pushed to the point of disowning me...she's almost there already! But, I'll use my blinding charm *ha*, hope you caught the sarcasm there. I'll probably end up graveling and doing her calculus homework for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was so funny! I've decided I cannot sing with Cody anymore, he's simply too funny. I can't handle it. My stomach hurt so much by the time we finished practice. And I don't care what anyone says, my version of the last song was/is better. Why you ask? Because...I know how is goes! Plus it is higher, which I always think is a bonus, unless it's too high. I'm just being difficult. I don't mind learning the new way. Then we sat around and quoted movies I've actually seen *gasp* *shocked look* So sunday night was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen each other almost every day, sometimes more than once for the past, almost week. It's going to be wierd not seeing everyone until wednesday. So I prepose going to see Bob play basketball on tuesday (tomorrow) because I've never seen him play before and I want to. Plus it'll help with the withdrawl I'll be going through by then. J/K. I'm not THAT dependant. But I think we should go. "The Chronicles of Narnia" comes out Dec. 9, so we definately have to do that! Ok, I'm out yo. Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113318890455475101?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113318890455475101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113318890455475101&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113318890455475101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113318890455475101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-do-not-love-technology.html' title='I DO NOT love technology!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113305092731309120</id><published>2005-11-26T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:04:29.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I need to update...and I promise I will, but not right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113305092731309120?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113305092731309120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113305092731309120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113305092731309120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113305092731309120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/overdue-update.html' title='Overdue update'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113259273704299016</id><published>2005-11-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:04:39.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm running low on time, in fact if there was any way to extend this day and make it a 30-hour day instead of just 24 I would! I have so much to do, and not near enough time unless I skip that whole sleeping thing (which is overrated anyway, right Tim?) and stock my system up on espresso drinks. We're listening to Christmas music in leadership class right now and making cards for old people. I AM GOING CRAZY!!!! I love Christmas music, almost too much. I love anyone's Christmas music. But I'm sorry, it is WAY too soon. The earliest one should begin celbrating the Christmas season is the day after Thanksgiving. Otherwise, its going to get old, fast. If we celebrated it all year round, well, it would lose that "specialness" and everyone's just infuriating me; ruining my Christmas season!!! Ok, freak out over. Anyway. I just took a test over Beowulf....not fun, but I think I did fine. Multiple choice and matching tests rock my socks. Now I'm reading "That Hidious Strength" by C.S Lewis. Ok, this is the guy who wrote the "Chronicles of Narnia"....and this book is HORRIBLE!!! Its so boring and hard to follow. Its no "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe." I'll be so happy when I'm out of that tretcherous (spell check) class. I'll have time to...have fun..yeah, I think that's what kids are still calling it, fun? *rolls eyes* Ok, I'll try and post something interesting later, when I have time to actually put some thought and emotion into it! I promise! Oh, and by the way Jon, I like my links just the way they are.... *evil grin* Peace out homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113259273704299016?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113259273704299016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113259273704299016&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113259273704299016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113259273704299016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-little-time.html' title='So little time!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113223773658637670</id><published>2005-11-17T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:04:48.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MINIME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No MiniMe! We do not GNAW on our (pronounced "air") kitty!...No! not even a nibble! Oh my gosh that stuff cracks me up! My friend Kate says it so well, I think she does it even better than Mike Myers! LOL! We were going to have a Jack Party this morning...oh, you don't know what I Jack Party is!? My bad. Let me explain! There are certain rules for LHS seniors concerning parking. These rules restrict our privledges and force us to get to school at least a half an hour early. Well, that is, if we don't want to walk a mile to get here. ANYWAY, my friends and I always get here super early, because we're not big walking fans, especially when its 17 degrees outside. So we have decided we'll have Jack Parties every B-day mornings. We bring coffee food and of course, the best part: Jack Johnson! We love Jack! But our host didn't get here in time so Chaunty and I had to have a mini Jack party in her car. But there were BROWNIES!! And one learns in a short amount of time, that anything from Chauntel's house is so amazing that you NEVER turn it down. YUM! They were awesome. And I had hocho (hot chocolate, love them Gilmore Girls) coffee. I'm trying to become....how do I want to say this...less dependent on coffee. So I had hocho with a little bit of decaf coffee in it. Now, I know what you're thinking. Decaf coffee isn't real coffee! I agree 100%, however, that's all I had on hand so back off! But I burnt my tongue and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great. Worship went....well, it was....God was glorified! That's all that matters! I liked the activity too. Almost all the comments were halarious. J.C.'s what my favorite:"You're the prettiest Alley (one too many "l"s there dude) P. I've ever known! Chizzler out!" That guy slays me. Everyone elses were awesome too though. I wrote a ton on everyone's and still, I don't feel like you can actually let some one know how much you think of them on a little note stuck to their backs. But it was halarious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;CSI party tonight. Whootwhoot. My Fair Lady opens tonight. Kind of wish I could go, but I won't. Good luck guys! I really need to work on college stuff and calc, so, until further notice, I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113223773658637670?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113223773658637670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113223773658637670&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113223773658637670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113223773658637670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-minime.html' title='NO MINIME!!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113207629990486231</id><published>2005-11-15T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:07.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes....GAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so now I have something interesting to write about. Ok, maybe not interesting but I won't just be babbling about nothing. And I'm SOOO bored, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes anger me greatly. I say that at the risk of being a hypocrite because I think to an extent we all stereotype, and I know I used to ALL the time. I've been trying SO hard though lately not to stereotype anyone. At the beginning of the year I met some really awesome people when I did novice plays. The "drama kids" at our school are one of the big stereotypes here and I had fallen into the habit of believing them. However, while I was involved in novice I had to suspend my impressions of the stereotypical drama kid and actually get to know a lot of them. I was shocked. I made friends with people I would have never talked to and had already formed my opinion of. Another guy I got to know during novice, a guy I had spent my entire high school career making fun of because of how I stereotyped him freshmen year turned out to be so awesome, and we're great friends now. Although I get that stereotypes are a reality that exists in high school. I still don't like them, even if they are "mostly true." God made all of us different and although we might be similar in SOME ways, I don't think it's fair to group people like that. Not all "goths" practice black magic and listen to songs about death and killing. Some preps are deeper than a damp napkin. I have no idea what stereotype I would fit into; I would assume it would be the "over achievers, the smart kids." I hate that. I don't think I fit in there at all, I don't think anyone really "fits" in there. Just because people get good grades doesn't mean that we ALL spend all of our time doing homework and our free time is spent reading the encyclopedia. I don't know. I just wish people would look at people without judging them because of what they wear and who they hang with. I think people would be surprised at the friends they would make if they did. I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113207629990486231?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113207629990486231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113207629990486231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113207629990486231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113207629990486231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/stereotypesgar.html' title='Stereotypes....GAR!!!!'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113206639084245811</id><published>2005-11-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New post, new post, what should I talk about today? I could drone on and on about the love subject, oh no, I wasn't done, but I'll spare you. I'm not down on love, I'm just very opinionated about it and those opinions change almost daily. ANYWAY.....&lt;br /&gt;So, I sit at lunch with these guys, well, I sit with a bunch of people, and only two of us are Christians, but I sit with them too. So everyone at the table knows I'm a Chrisitian but these two guys in particular have taken an interest in my faith. And not nessicarily in a good way. They talk about stuff all the time that I would prefer not to hear, but...I always get to put my two cents in too. And honestly, I don't know how much good it does, but I feel like if I left the table, there would be no one there to argue a Christian point of view, so I stay. They're really not bad guys, just terribly frustrating sometimes. I went home last night and looked in my Bible for something to back up my arguement yesterday. I don't want to come to school in a habit and thumping my Bible, but if they want to argue, I feel like I need to back up my side and quoting the Bible is the way to do it. So if they don't object...who knows, maybe they'll actually get something out of it. So tomorrow, I turn into pastor Aley. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my weekend was kind of lame in retro view. I didn't do anything on friday. Went to the parade. Then friday night, I posted... Saturday...I got coffee then stayed home all day and didn't do much AT ALL. OH OH, I watched Indiana Jones! Then sunday was sunday as usual. Church was good. Then I went home and watched Gilmore Girls all afternoon while doing homework. Sunday night was worship practice! Yay! Even though Ali and I had some difficulties, I think we'll be fine on wednesday. Then we stayed after for like, an hour, and listen to cds and, well, the guys threw thingys and tried to kill each other, Ali and I watched.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a boring post. I always worry when I post something dumb that everyone will think I'm horrible boring...*sniffle* so don't think that. I'm tired, it's early, and I'm running on NO coffee! Moving right along...Had a calc test yesterday...man, it was horrible. Then physics..would be boring without Diana, luckily it's not. OH, in psych. we watched this unbelieveable movie. It was about this girl, they called Genie, who was locked in here room and strapped to a potty chair until she was...get this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 years old!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was terrible! she couldn't talk, she walked funny, she was like a 10 year old infant. It was so, so sad. Ok, other than that story, this post is *sigh* it's killing me to write it, so it must be killing you to read it. I'll write more when I have more to write....yep, sounds good to me. Later days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113206639084245811?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113206639084245811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113206639084245811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113206639084245811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113206639084245811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-post-new-post-what-should-i-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113184415062247221</id><published>2005-11-12T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:32.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirrrred</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel like talking much so I'll make this short. I know I should update everyday (don't want the blog update police to get on my tail) and because I know reading my blog is the most enjoyable thing some of you dedicated readers experience all day. So...here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel the need to talk about...l'amour. For those of you who are not bi-langual in french, that means love. Usually I'm all for all that love stuff, chic flicks and love songs, but lately, I just have not been in the mood. Infact, there is a song from, ironically, one of my favorite love stories that goes like this, ahem : "You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. (I look around me and I see, it isn't so, oh no.) Some people want to fill the world with silly loves songs. (Well, what's wrong with that, I'd like to know.)" Usually I'm all for Christien's part, the part in parenthesis but right now, I'm thinking Satine has a point. Who needs anyone's love but God's? *sigh* Granted, in a day or so, maybe even less time than that I will be back to my old self, the hopeless romantic that gets herself into trouble by being so, but I feel the need to voice my thoughts at this present moment in time. I mean, after all, this is an online journal, journals are for thoughts, and these are my thoughts at the moment. It seems like everywhere I look, everyone's in love and it annoys me, mainly because I know its probably awesome. SO here are some more thoughts on love, from love doctor Aley:&lt;br /&gt;1) Opposites attract (this is true)&lt;br /&gt;2) But not for long&lt;br /&gt;3) UNLESS, both people are openminded about the little things and share the same values concerning the big things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've been avoiding love story movies and songs all day and now I'm writing about it; there is NO EXCAPE! So I'm done for now, partly because I'm tired and partly because I think I may be giving people the wrong impression. I am not at all against love in any way, shape or form (well except of course the bad stuff, you get my drift) but for some reason its just getting on my nerves today. Tomorrow, I will be back to normal, scary thought, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113184415062247221?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113184415062247221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113184415062247221&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113184415062247221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113184415062247221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/tirrrred.html' title='Tirrrred'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113176615892893507</id><published>2005-11-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest man alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm at my friend's house listenting to Brian Regan. I honestly think I could quote almost this entire cd without any help. I've listened to it like 3 times just this week. But what can I say, I never get tired of Brian! "I'm too lazy to fish. I'm taping fishing...to watch again later. Come on over, I got a fishing tape..no, a new one!" Ah, I love him. So, the weekends been a little slow so far. Last night was fun. I went to the parade this morning, then got coffee. Rachel and Chauntel went to the museum, yeah, their wierd ones (just kidding) so I worked on my college application essays this afternoon. I wrote two more today, so that gives me three to choose from. *shrugs* who knows which one I'll pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy over college stuff. William Jewell, Colorado State, and KU are my top three choices. William Jewell has a great music program, but I don't know if I can do a music major. Plus, its MO, so not much better than KS, but its further, yet not too far. Colorado, I would love to live in CO, but I think I would end up missing alot of things and of course people if I lived that far away. KU is my back up. CSU and KU are party schools and I really do not want to go to a party school. Not because I'm afraid I'll get involved in "partying" but because I'd be worried I wouldn't be able to find too many people that weren't into that stuff. *sigh* I don't know! It's crazy to think this time next year I won't be here. I wouldn't say I'm horribly sentimental, but I am to an extent...I am a girl. Anyway, I know God will put me where he wants me. It's just hard not to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tired, and the cds almost over, so...that is all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113176615892893507?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113176615892893507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113176615892893507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113176615892893507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113176615892893507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/funniest-man-alive.html' title='The funniest man alive'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113163314649146317</id><published>2005-11-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:49.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After listening to Lifehouse last night, I had to go home and listen to them some more. Why? Because they are AWESOME! But to be honest I never really paid that much attention to the lyrics until last night. "Everything" has always been my favorite song by them, and after really listening to what it says, I like it even more. Pretty powerful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me here&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel You&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear You.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That is leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where&lt;br /&gt;I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the life to my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;You are everything.&lt;br /&gt;And how can I&lt;br /&gt;Stand here with You&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by You?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;How could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;You give me rest&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;And You take my breathe away&lt;br /&gt;Would You take me in&lt;br /&gt;Would You take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113163314649146317?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113163314649146317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113163314649146317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113163314649146317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113163314649146317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113157208879626082</id><published>2005-11-09T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:05:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimpin' the "bling bling"......cross?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so I've noticed it countless times before but I've never really thought about it a ton before today. When did crosses become a fashion accessory? Have crosses become such an archetype that no one remembers what they symbolize? If you're not a Christian I don't understand the appeal behind dangling a cross from your neck. I know they have made some of them rather elaborate, and I'm not saying they shouldn't be made beautiful, but really, to non-Christians, its just an uneven "t." I mean, I suppose you don't have to be a Christian to wear a cross, but if you're not, what's the point, to accessorize your outfit? I also suppose people could be "Christians" in the sense that they believe in Jesus and just not live their lives in a way that is pleasing to God...&lt;br /&gt;Where did all this supposing and stuff come from, you ask? Well, there was a new guy in my physics class. He was dressed in typical "gangster" clothes with a gold cross hanging in front of his dead rapper t-shirt. Now, I learned a long time ago not to judge some one by their clothes or by the fact that they are wearing a cross. He sat at our table and we were all conversing. Then he started cussing and talking about...inappropriate things (for lack of a better term) and how he cheated on his girlfriend. Then he reached up and adjusted the chain his cross was on. I couldn't help but wonder how he could say all that and actually be aware of the fact that he's wearing such a significant symbol. Then I realized crosses don't mean what I honestly think they still should. People don't wear crosses to show that they are Christians or to glorify their Lord, I think a lot of people don't give much thought to what they are wearing; they think it looks cool so when it compliments their style, they throw it on. Perhaps I'm over thinking this, and I am positively sure that to a lot of people crosses mean more than just "bling bling." OK, I just thought I'd share that, if you have any thoughts about that post 'em, there's my two cents on the isssue. Later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113157208879626082?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113157208879626082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113157208879626082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113157208879626082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113157208879626082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/pimpin-bling-blingcross.html' title='Pimpin&apos; the &quot;bling bling&quot;......cross?'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113145980101942705</id><published>2005-11-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:06:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How great, is our God? sing with me. How great, is our God? And all will see how great, how great is our God. Name above all names. Worthy of all praise. Our hearts will sing how great, how great, is our God. That song has been going through my head all morning. So, how great is our God? Greater than you can even begin to describe! That's my guess. I'm trying to do calc...hahahaha, obviously that's not getting done. I think we should take some of the songs that the band did at Oasis and learn them and do them for youth worship. Good idea, bad idea? Give me some feedback. I had a HORRIBLY boring "induction ceremony" last night for NHS. Man, it was only about 45 minutes but it seemed so much longer. I don't know why I felt the need to mock the fomality of the entire event but I did, and I did throughout the whole thing pretty much. I don't know, I guess its a good thing, but its not that big of a deal and it makes me laugh when people make something like that such a HUGE ordeal. Other than colleges wanting me more, the only thing it means for me is getting up earlier every wednesday morning for meeting. ya. I'll try and contain my enthusiasm. Anyway...no school friday! YAY!! uuhhh, hmm, what else can I talk about? Ok, I'm done for now. More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113145980101942705?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113145980101942705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113145980101942705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113145980101942705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113145980101942705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113140223751596839</id><published>2005-11-07T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:06:15.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just for you Brenton! Ok, so, Oasis....it was good. It wasn't the best thing I've been to and after going to other events like CIY for example, it was a little dull I must admit. BUT, any chance I get to spend an entire weekend praising God, I say there's nothing better. The worship was amazing! I'd heard the band before, but I think everyone else really enjoyed it too, thankfully. The speakers were probably some of the best I've ever heard. I felt like after they were done everyone time, I left with something to think about. Especially the last one. He talked about considering everyone to be better than yourself. Bizzar concept, but I really have been thinking about that a lot and I found myself, actually, today, trying to apply that with this girl at school today. So anyway, there's not much more to say about it, it was good, lots of fun, for me anyway, I wish you could have been there! See ya wednesday! Peace out homie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113140223751596839?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113140223751596839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113140223751596839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113140223751596839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113140223751596839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-on-oasis.html' title='More on Oasis'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113136971103742688</id><published>2005-11-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:06:24.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to get some stuff down on paper...or the net, whatever, before I forget it. Ali, here's some vital advice. Don't ride in Explos or you might wian geight! Jon, Justin, if you see a flock of meese in the woodsen, go buy two boxen of donuts. Ok I'm done for now, time to go to calc and attempt the impossible. Later guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113136971103742688?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113136971103742688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113136971103742688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113136971103742688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113136971103742688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-oasis.html' title='Post Oasis'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113112474079426680</id><published>2005-11-04T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:06:35.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oye with the Poodles Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grrr, it makes me so mad, I can't use all of my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;halarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; inside jokes, because nobody that knows them will ever visit this. *sad face* Oh well! I was ridiculed relentlessly for conforming to the community of bloggers by my best friends. But I will forgive them and I know they still love me because I can echo and my laugh is contagious. Anway, I'm kind of rambling on about nothing...because I really have nothing to say, I'm just horribly bored! So now, I will recap the past few days, would you enjoy that blog readers? Ok then! Hmmm, I don't remember monday...come to think of it I don't remember anything before wednesday. My memory must be slipping, Luke is rubbing off on me. Ok so wednesday. I did calc, of course, and then went to youth group. It was great as usual, Ali and I sang, with was great, and the guys sounded great too. Game master Bob did not dissapoint us and the lesson was worked in very craftfully. Thursday (yesterday)...oh oh oh, NO CALC HOMEWORK!!! Seriously, no one not in that class has any idea what a huge deal that is, I was SOOO happy! And still am. After school I worked on my Greek drama paper and watched Gilmore Girls and drank some of my specially blended coffee, yum. Them I went to Rachel's (my best friend) house and Chauntel/ Chaunrel (my other best friend) worked on *dun dun dun* our Greek papers. Thursdays are always great days. We have our weekly CSI parties at Rach's. Although I was a tad preoccupied editing, it was good, Grissom was amazing as always, asounding the viewers with his knowlege of fly larva. Love that guy! Anyway, then I went home and drove myself nuts trying to do laundry, find this thingy, and finish my paper. I accomplished all, kudos to me. And today is friday. Here I sit, in leadership class that I have renamed "Aley's blogging class," writting this. I still have to pack for this weekend, but since its my 3rd year going, it shouldn't take that long to remember what to bring...clothes, toothpaste....and my BIBLE!!!(the most important idem, don't forget it you guys!) Ok, I'm out! Later gators!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113112474079426680?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113112474079426680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113112474079426680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113112474079426680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113112474079426680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/11/oye-with-poodles-already.html' title='Oye with the Poodles Already'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18497493.post-113077997827463565</id><published>2005-10-31T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:06:43.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally given in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, "the man" wins. I have finally created a blog. I can't promise it'll be interesting and I can't promise I'll post very often, but it exists, so there! I'm sitting in Leadership class, not really leading anything. I just got out of AP English so my brain and writing hand are dead. I should be working on my Greek drama paper...but I'm not. This week's going to be kind of crazy, but at least I have the weekend to look forward to: OASIS!!! I'm so excited. It's usually fun, but with this group I think it's going to be even better! Oh, by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18497493-113077997827463565?l=aleyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/feeds/113077997827463565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18497493&amp;postID=113077997827463565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113077997827463565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18497493/posts/default/113077997827463565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleyways.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-finally-given-in.html' title='I&apos;ve finally given in'/><author><name>Aley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sspictures.fsnet.co.uk/images/gbflowers/daisies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
